With The Innocent, Taylor Stevens, the bestselling author of The Informationist, returns with another blockbuster thriller featuring the fearless Vanessa Michael Munroe. Eight years ago, a man walked five-year-old Hannah out the front doors of her school and spirited her over the Mexican border, taking her into the world of a cult known as The Chosen. For eight years, followers of The Prophet have hidden the child, moving her from country to country, shielding the man who stole her. Now, those who've searched the longest know where to find her. They are childhood survivors of The Chosen, thirty-somethings born and raised inside the cult who've managed to make lives for themselves on the outside. They understand the mindset, the culture within that world, and turn to Vanessa Michael Munroe for help, knowing that the only possibility of stealing Hannah back and getting her safely out of Argentina is to trust someone who doesn't trust them, and get Munroe on the inside.
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December 27, 2011
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Excerpt from The Innocent by Taylor Stevens
Ten in the evening local time meant late afternoon in Dallas, still within the of&ce hours of most businesses, although Logan expected that Capstone Consulting kept the phones running far later than the standard nine to
He picked up the handset, exhaled, and dialed a call he'd never expected to make.
Capstone was owned and operated by Miles Bradford, former Special Forces turned private contractor, the man who'd been by Munroe's side when the world had turned upside down. If there was ever a person who'd want to know about her current state, who'd be willing to get involved in a nightmare predicament for no other reason than that it involved her, that man was Bradford.
Anticlimactically, Logan was put on hold. During the frustrating wait, he moved methodically about the room, scanning surfaces and opening drawers, careful to leave everything as he'd found it while the phone to his ear provided background music. He was checking beneath the sofa when Beethoven's Ninth was clipped short by a cheery voice announcing Capstone, as if it were some high-stakes New York marketing ;rm instead of the bullets-and-blood mercenary outt Logan knew it to be.
According to the receptionist, Bradford was out of the country.
"I know you have a way to get in contact with him," Logan said.
"Tell him that Michael's in trouble and that if he wants to talk to me, this line's only going to be clear for the next three or four hours."
He recited the apartment's phone number, and after a routine reassurance that someone would get back to him, he hung up and moved on to the meager pantry.