Detectives Kelli Storm and Eric Ryder follow the bloody trail of a notorious drug kingpin from the streets of Washington Heights, New York and south to Medellin, Colombia. When the suspect in her partner’s shooting is stabbed while in custody at Rikers, he makes a startling deathbed confession… Miguel Garcia is still alive and out to kill her. With this revelation, Kelli finds herself unwillingly thrown back into the world of the drug cartels.
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Excerpt from Storm Warning (A Kelli Storm Novel 2)
Jesus Reyes looked up from his bed, his eyes thin slits. “I guess I was lucky. Doc says the knife just missed killin’ me. Said an inch more to the left and I’d been dead, coulda’ punctured my kidney or somethin’.”
“I’m sorry, Jesus. I didn’t know the DA’s office would throw you back into general population. Did you get a look at the man that stabbed you?”
He shook his head. “No, the pendejo stabbed me from behind and then disappeared in the crowd.”
“I’m going to make sure you stay in here until I have enough for a conviction against Diaz.”
“Lady, you’re fuckin’ crazy. You ain’t gonna get nothin’ on Diaz, and even if you do, jeffe is gonna make sure he don’t talk.”
Kelli leaned in close and looked into his eyes. “Jesus, you keep saying jeffe. Who is this jeffe? What’s his name?”
Jesus took a labored breath and looked at her. “I don’t know his name, but he’s supposed to be the head of some drug cartel out of Colombia. All I know is that Diaz and the rest of the Trinitarios kiss his ass, includin’ me.” He closed his eyes and turned his head. “The motherfucker’s gonna make sure I’m dead, too.”
“He’s not going to get to you in here, Jesus.”
“Yeah, maybe, but I gotta leave here sometime. I gotta go back to the street and then the motherfucker is gonna get me. You can’t protect me, ain’t nobody can protect me on the street.” Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Kelli put a hand on his arm. “He’s not going to get the chance, Jesus, because I’m going to put the son of a bitch away. And maybe I can talk to someone about getting you into witness protection.”
He cocked his head to one side as he looked up at her. “Huh? How you gonna put someone like that away? You don’t even know this fucker’s name. Shit, I’m fuckin’ dead, lady, and you go messin’ around with people like that, you’ll be dead too. Cop or no cop.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to kill him first.”
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