Five Missing Men by Diana X. Dunn

Five Missing Men

Five Missing Men by Diana X. Dunn (An F6 Novel Book 5)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.7 MB

Diana X. Dunn is an avid reader of lots of different kinds of books. She lives in Western New York with her husband and her two children. Unfortunately for them, she spends way too much time listening to the voices in her head and not nearly enough time dusting, ironing or cooking healthy and delicious meals! Diana is also the author of the Aunt Bessie – Isle of Man Cozy Mystery Series and the Isle of Man Romance Series under the pen name “Diana Xarissa.”

F6 is determined to find out what really happened at the warehouse the night her best friend, F7, died. In order to do that, she needs to track down the men who were working with F7 that night.

What she quickly discovers is that she isn’t the only one looking for the men. She’s shocked to learn that every single one of them is missing. She’ll need to use every bit of her training if she’s going to be able to hunt them down before someone silences them forever.

The corridor was dark, dimly lit by a bulb that needed to be replaced. The woman walked down the hall as if she belonged there. The man who stumbled out of apartment 204 leered at her.

“You looking for me?” he asked.

“Not in this lifetime,” she shot back.

“I have some Chillax,” he said, naming the world’s most popular illegal drug. “I’ll share.”


He caught her arm. “You should be nice to me.”



She stared at him for a moment, amused by the situation, and confident that she had time to enjoy the encounter. “That’s not a reason.”

“It is. Come on, come back to my place.” He began to pull on her arm and as his hand tightened, she decided she’d had enough.

“Let go,” she said in a low voice.

“A bit of Chillax and a twirl. Then I’ll let you go.”

He banged his head hard when he hit the floor. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, but she wasn’t sorry. Stepping over him, she continued down the corridor. Apartment 213 wasn’t far away.

She didn’t bother to knock, knowing the occupant wasn’t home. It only took her Multi-Purpose Electronic Device (M-ped) a second to unscramble the basic lock on the door. Before the man in the corridor had regained consciousness, she’d walked inside 213 and shut the door behind herself.

Her M-ped identified and shut down three security cameras. The device had cost her most of the money she’d gotten from her short-lived teaching job, but it had been worth every penny. While part of her was concerned that criminals could access such sophisticated electronics, it was able to do what she needed and she was pleased she’d been able to use a source to find it.

Finding the agent whose apartment she was now standing in had been tricky, but he’d left just a few hints, what agents called breadcrumbs, when he’d created his most recent identity. The breadcrumbs were there to help other agents around the world keep track of everyone else, but this time they’d helped her find her quarry.

The apartment was larger than she’d expected. The living room was furnished with a couch that had seen better days and two chairs that looked brand new. They still had tags from a major retail store on them and she recalled that one of the company’s warehouses had recently been robbed. No doubt these chairs came from that robbery.

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