The Marked Man by Kristin Helling (The Idea Man Trilogy Book 2)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.8 MB
Kristin Helling enjoys stories with a journey- whether it’s a journey across the globe, a journey through space, or a journey of finding ones self. She’s a writer of Adult fiction thrillers. Her debut novel Capsule, is a scifi fiction thriller.
A writer hunted. An inventor on the run.
Parker thought his running days were over. But the consequences for taking an advance to write the story of a wanted man, came at a much higher cost than he ever expected.
Because Greysen’s location is secret, all the attention falls on Parker. He finds himself hunted by the men that want the protagonist from his novel killed.
When the Marked Man contacts Parker to let him know about a coveted invention he created, the two discover they must stop the blueprints from falling into the wrong hands…if they haven’t already.
She wasn’t much shorter than him. He tipped his head down and kissed her on the lips. It’d been way too long.
For the last several months, they’d endured a long-distance relationship. He’d been off around the nation on his book tour while she continued her studies in France.
‘I’m cool with doing this all day,’ she joked. Then she grew more serious. “Just, honestly, let’s do anything that gets your mind off all of Greysen’s mess. Surely you don’t have to worry about that here, anyway, in your hometown. Let’s for once have a normal time together and do normal couple things.”
He smiled and pulled her closer. ‘I could take you to the Liberty Memorial.’
She shrugged. ‘What’s that?’
‘It’s a monument they built for World War I. It has great views of the city from the top of it.”
“Do you have any art museums?” she asked, then twirled away from his grasp. She placed her glass on the coffee table and headed for the bathroom.
“Oh, yeah! Duh! Of course,’ he called out to her across the room. ‘We have the Nelson. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that first.”
“As long as there are no assassins at the Nelson, I’m cool with that!” She slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.
Parker had a momentary flash of panic. And not because of the assassin comment. He tried to remember if he’d left his dirty underwear balled on the bathroom floor. Or if there were pubes on the toilet seat. Or what kinds of medicine he had in the cabinet.
He reached for his glass and gulped more water.
Well, whatever might be in there, it was too late to do anything about it now. Maybe, if she saw any such things in there, it would strengthen their relationship?
He could only hope.
Parker fetched his laptop out of the messenger bag by the door and pulled up the museum’s website, mostly to keep himself from obsessing over the cleanliness of his bathroom and to kill the time before Noriana was ready to go, but also to check on the topic of the current special exhibit.
A notification pinged at the top right corner of his screen. He generally ignored those, but this one caught his eye. It was from an actual person, and not a blatant ad or promotion. He clicked on it to pull up the full email, and couldn’t help his gaze jetting down to the signature line.
It’s from Molly. His heart plummeted to his stomach.
The toilet flushed from behind the bathroom door.
His head shot up to the closed bathroom door, then back down to the screen. He scanned the words, one toppling over the other.