![]() ![]() Sabin had been a top agent himself, a legend prowling the Golden Triangle and, later, the Middle East and South America, all the hot spots of the world. This month was his he could almost understand what had lured Grant Sullivan, his old friend and the best agent he’d ever had, to the quiet mystery of the Tennessee mountains. It was a vitally important job, but for this month he would let someone else do it. Kell Sabin was tired, tired of the endless struggle, the secrecy and maneuvering, the danger and deception of his job. At the end of the month’s vacation he would return to the gray world he’d chosen and lose himself in the shadows, but for now he could lie in the sun, and that was all he wanted. He had money for fuel and provisions, and only two people in the world knew where he was or how to reach him. Here it was midnight blue there it was brilliant turquoise over there it was a pale, shimmering green. ![]() He would fish when he felt like it, or cruise the warm, hypnotic waters of the Gulf if he felt restless. ![]() For a long, wonderful month of pure solitude he could relax and be only a man. He’d forgotten how peace sounded, how it felt. No, it wasn’t the glittering water that mesmerized him, it was the fact that he had nothing more important to do than simply stare at it. The lengthening rays threw dancing sparkles onto the tips of the waves, mesmerizing him as he stared at them. THE CLEAN GOLDEN sun still burned its heat into his flesh, all along his bare chest and long legs, even though it was near sundown. ![]()
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