JENN NIXON'S LUCKY'S CHARM
JULY 31, 2012
Blurb from the back of the book:
To protect her family and find a killer, Felicia “Lucky” Fascino assumed her adoptive father’s identity and joined the network, an organization of moral assassins to finish the job he began. Eliminating the man responsible for murdering her mother has consumed her for the last five years. While keeping her Uncle Stephen and cousin Elizabeth at arm’s length, Lucky begins to feel the weight of her career choice and reclusive lifestyle. Then a chance encounter with an enigmatic hit man, during one of her jobs, turns into a provocative and dangerous affair. Distracted by the secret trysts with Kenji Zinn and mounting tension within her family, Lucky makes reckless mistakes that threaten her livelihood and almost claim her life.
Lucky “unwinds” after her last job…
Lucky unzipped her suitcase and pulled out the wigs. She placed both on the foam heads and then brushed them out. At last count, she had twenty-two. Bet once called her Sydney Bristow, some TV chick who wore disguises and kicked ass for the CIA. She kicked ass and wore wigs, but working for the government was the furthest from reality.
Well, not always.
She flipped the second switch. The dungeon—three big bunker-like rooms and a long corridor that led to the end of the block—hummed with life. This was her domain. Here, she kept her weapons and equipment, practiced with her guns, and hid when she needed to be alone.
In the main room, she kept several fireproof cabinets full of wigs, contacts, theatrical makeup, special clothing, guns, knives, lethal drugs, ammunition, and other odd things like night vision goggles and jamming equipment. She hardly used them, but they were there.
Her father had stocked the basement of his house with enough shit to take over a small city. They didn’t have any fancy automatic gun racks or James Bond technology, and the room looked like any other dull gray command center for a local police department—surrounded by cabinets. She checked the security system to see if anything happened while she was gone and was pleased with the results flashing back.
Most of the heavy technical work happened here: communications while in the field and real-time support. It didn’t happen often, but even she needed help sometimes.
Shutting the door to the wig cabinet, Lucky walked into the back room: her space. It used to be her father’s office. She’d mildly redecorated it with a couple of posters and a small, rarely used sofa but kept the beautiful cherry wood desk. Three frames sat on top. The images flashed in her mind without looking. One of her parents, another of her and Bet in Kuwait, and the last of the whole family. Lucky smiled and moved around the desk.
She unlocked another cabinet in the corner and replaced the unused Canadian money. Phen was proactive. He stocked thousands of dollars from several countries. Although she only used money from Mexico, US, and Canada for jobs, he had plenty from across the globe in case of an emergency. Her IDs, passport, and other records—both fake and real—rounded out the contents.
After locking it back up, Lucky grabbed her suitcase and changed. She had one clean T-shirt left and tucked it in the black jogging pants. Back in the main room, she fished the cell phone out of her canvas bag. It was time to replace the number, so she took care of switching to the next active SIM card and sent Bet and Phen a text.
When she glanced at the clock, she still had time to kill, and she knew exactly what to do.
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