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Trained together at the Athena Academy, these six women vowed to help each other when in need. Now one of their own has been murdered, and it is up to them to find the killer—before they become the next victims….
Alex Forsythe:
This forensic scientist can uncover clues others fail to see.
PROOF, by Justine Davis
Darcy Allen Steele:
A master of disguise, Darcy can sneak into any crime scene.
ALIAS, by Amy J. Fetzer
Tory Patton:
Used to uncovering scandals, this investigative reporter will get to the bottom of any story—especially murder.
EXPOSED, by Katherine Garbera
Samantha St. John:
Though she’s the youngest, this lightning-fast secret agent can take down men twice her size.
DOUBLE-CROSS, by Meredith Fletcher
Josie Lockworth:
A little danger won’t stop this daredevil air force pilot from uncovering the truth.
PURSUED, by Catherine Mann
Kayla Ryan:
The police lieutenant won’t rest until the real killer is brought to justice, even if it makes her the next target!
JUSTICE, by Debra Webb
ATHENA FORCE:
They were the best, the brightest, the strongest—women who shared a bond like no other….
Pursued
Catherine Mann
CATHERINE MANN
Bestselling author Catherine Mann writes contemporary military romances, a natural fit since she’s married to her very own air force flyboy. Prior to publication, Catherine graduated with a B.A. in Fine Arts: Theater from the College of Charleston and received her master’s degree in theater from UNC-Greensboro. Now a RITA® Award winner, Catherine finds that following her aviator husband around the world with four children, a beagle and a tabby in tow offers her endless inspiration for new, action-packed plots. Learn more about her work, as well as her adventures in military life, by visiting her Web site, http://catherinemann.com.
To my daughter Maggie, a kick-butt kid with an indomitable spirit, sharp mind and tender heart—truly a Bombshell heroine in the making. I love you, kiddo!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 1
“Negative G forces coming. Hold on to your lunch.”
Captain Josie Lockworth, USAF, upped the throttle and pushed forward on the stick of her T-38 supersonic jet. Out of courtesy only, she offered the warning to reporter Shannon Conner strapped into the back seat.
Not that she had anything against reporters. Hell, she’d flown with top-notch embedded journalists in the Middle East. Her best friend was even a television correspondent.
This reporter, however, could only be called a hack. Her news network soaked up scandal like a thirsty rag. Josie couldn’t afford bad press derailing her multimillion-dollar military test project. Forget the money, actually small change as far as the government was concerned.
Her mother’s honor had been held hostage long enough.
The T-38 pierced a low-lying cloud. Blood rushed up to her head with negative G forces, the reverse of positive Gs that pushed blood down. The body tolerated fewer negative Gs before passing out. One negative G. Two. Three. Spots danced in front of her eyes on the mountainous horizon of the California desert.
Adrenaline sang through her veins. Sweat popped along her back through her T-shirt. Her flight suit clung like a second skin. But then the uniform was already as much a part of her as any epidermal layer.
She pulled back on the stick, glancing up at the mirror to check her passenger. Shannon was awake but slumped in her seat in the tight cockpit, one strand of blond hair sneaking out of her helmet to stick to her pale face.
No hurling yet. A twinge of respect trickled through Josie’s steady focus, even a bit of sympathy.
But she did need to keep the reporter busy and disoriented. How better than nonstop acrobatics in a supersonic and nimble airplane? Shannon had insisted on the full-out flying experience. And Josie always delivered one hundred percent.
Tucking sideways, she slipped through a mountain pass. Through her clear top canopy, she watched the sandy landscape scroll past.
Josie forced oxygen in and out. Her huffed exhales echoed through the headset Darth Vader style. Near silence swallowed the cockpit, the only sound the rasp and drag of breathing through the oxygen mask since they’d left noise behind with speed.
As always, she flattened her frustration with the familiar routine of flying. The trainer jet zipped along over a range near Edwards Air Force Base, approximately one hundred miles northeast of Los Angeles. Not much time left in this flight until she landed where she worked in a military detachment at the nearby Palmdale testing facility, also known as Air Force Plant 42. For a test pilot, steely nerves were mandatory, leaving no room for cranky emotions jangling her at a critical second. And during test missions, any second could be critical.
Okay, so this wasn’t a test and she was pissed.
That someone like Shannon had been allowed access to Josie’s current test project just proved higher-ups were only paying lip service to endorsing her work. Someone wanted this resurrected project that had once been her mother’s to fail. Damaging press could facilitate their cause.
And yeah, yeah, she mentally rolled her eyes at her annoying voice of reason. Part of her still resented Shannon from their prep-school days at the Athena Academy for the Advancement of Women.
Advancement? Shannon had tried to advance Josie right out the front gates on a trumped-up charge of stealing.
Good God, as if.
Her stomach, which held strong against negative Gs, grew downright queasy over the notion of taking so much as a post office pen. But back then, Shannon had convinced everyone Josie was off her rocker, like her washed-up military mama. Who could expect reasonable behavior from a Lockworth lady?
Anger fired hotter than an afterburner, jangling the singing adrenaline off-key. Her combat boots braced on the rudders. She kept her right hand loose on the stick, her left on the two throttles, flicking up to adjust dials