Fatal Exchange
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For 19-year-old Christy Hadden, it's life as usual as a spy, only this time in Paris, France. Her mission: retrieve a flash drive containing evidence that a high public official is working to destroy Paris. Pretty standard, until someone steals the drive from her. Forced to abandon her position protecting the informant, she goes after the thief, but returns empty handed-only to find her informant dead.
Christy's failure taints her reputation at Division and the director has lost all faith in her. But Christy isn't one to slink into the shadows. Alone and disgraced, she decides to track down the drive and solve the murder, not only to redeem herself as a spy, but to give meaning to her informant's sacrifice, and perhaps even save Paris.
Suspenseful, with the right amount of romance, and awash with action, Fatal Exchange will send you on a thrill ride that will be hard to forget
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Fatal Exchange
Copyright ©2015 by Cindy M. Hogan
First Edition
Cover design by Novak Illustrations
Edited by Charity West and Jen Hendricks
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without permission in writing from the publisher, O’neal Publishing.
This is a work of fiction. All the characters, organizations, incidents, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are represented fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN: 978-0-9851318-8-3
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Chapter 1
“The fate of the world hangs in the balance, and you’re stopping for a baguette?”
I fought to keep a smirk from my lips as I paid for my baguette and started walking briskly toward the train station. Halluis knew I had plenty of time; he was just trying to provoke me. He and Ace were tracking my movements on the computer screen back at Paris headquarters, monitoring the operation and providing me information over the com in my ear as things progressed.
I couldn’t respond, of course. I was undercover—for the first time since coming to Paris four months ago—and it felt great, despite the steady stream of mockery I was receiving from Halluis. I could just imagine the smug look on his mustachioed face as he watched my dot progress toward the train station, knowing the whole time that I just had to take whatever he’d throw at me. Well, I might not be able to tell him just how immature he was being, but that didn’t mean I was completely defenseless.
I tucked the baguette under my arm—a distinctly Parisian move—and whipped out my cell phone. I texted a quick message to Ace, then slipped the phone into a hidden inside pocket of my skirt and ripped off a chunk of the delicious bread.
A second later I was rewarded with Halluis’s sharp cry of alarm over the com. “Tiens! What was that for? Oulà, that really hurt!”
This time I did smirk, hiding the expression behind my chunk of bread. Good man, H.
I could hear the two of them scuffling, as Halluis tried to get revenge for the flick I’d asked Ace to deliver to his unsuspecting ear. Ace had obviously ripped off his headset, but I could hear laughter and the scraping of chairs coming in faintly over the com. Both of them were easily ten years older than me, but sometimes they were just like kids, and I loved them for it. Around Paris HQ, they were often lumped together and called simply “the boys,” and the nickname was fitting despite their mega skills when it came to surveillance and information gathering. We’d all been transferred together from New York, and though I would never tell them to their faces, I felt incredibly lucky that we got to be a team.
I tuned them out and focused on my surroundings. I had just descended one hundred and twelve steps in beautiful and extremely hilly Montmartre to reach the entrance to the metro. Going down was never as bad as going up. Once I slid my card through the turnstile, I’d have to take another hundred steps down to reach my platform. Needless to say, it was dark and dingy, and I’d never get used to the faint smell of rotten eggs, but places like this were perfect for spy work, with lots of people moving quickly in and out. The only good thing was that it was a bit cooler down here. Paris in June was already hot and muggy.
“Now, now, children,” scolded a female voice—that would be Rosabella, the team leader, with her gentle Italian accent. “Don’t distract Agent Hadden. Put your headset back on, and keep an eye on Dufor.” I knew she must be sitting rigid in her chair, staring intently at the monitor, her espresso hair shimmering in the light. Even though we’d only known her for four months now, it seemed we’d always worked together.
“I’ve got an eye on Dufor,” Halluis grumbled, his voice growing louder as he placed the headset back on. “Agent Hanson said Dufor’s on the train, and his tracker is live. He’s not going anywhere other than where we want him.”
Rosabella turned her attention to me. “Christy, I see you are at the station with time to spare. Good job. This is all in your hands now. You’ve got this. You’re the best.”
I nodded imperceptibly, knowing she couldn’t see me, but acknowledging the compliment anyway. This was my first mission without Jeremy as my handler, and it made me slightly nervous knowing he wasn’t
