Code Name Genesis Read online Sawyer Bennett (Jameson Force Security #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Jameson Force Security Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“There are a lot of details I can’t give you,” he begins by saying, and I don’t bother telling him I’ve got high enough security clearance with both the U.S. and British governments I could get all the details if I wanted.

But I don’t because I don’t care. I just want to hear him recount what happened, so I can I gauge just how traumatic it really was to him.

“Tell me what you can,” I assure him.

Cruce’s blue eyes—which are really an unusually light shade—darken quite a bit. His voice takes on an almost somber tone. “You know the set up… Jonathan Alexander—who was vice president at the time—was giving a graduation speech at Loyola, which is his alma mater. I was his primary and positioned off to his left, just behind him and the podium. When he finished the speech, I let him precede me off the stage and into the wings of the theater we were in. The plan was to take him straight to the limo waiting outside as he had a flight to catch. Two other agents were waiting by the double doors that led to the car.”

Cruce falls silent. He takes a moment to rotate his neck, as if it had tightened up on him. I can faintly hear bones pop.

His gaze comes to me and locks. “I don’t know how I saw it. I normally shouldn’t have been watching for it. My job was to consider everything that could be a potential threat to Cavalier.”

Cavalier being the code name the Secret Service used for the vice president. I press him to continue. “But you saw something.”

“I just had a feeling,” he says with a small shake of his head and a wry smile. “Don’t ask me how or why, but I looked at Nicholson instead.”

He was the Secret Service agent at the door. His name will be forever embedded in our history books as the man employed to protect the vice president and who also tried to kill him.

“It was a flash of silver, but it was shadowy. I couldn’t really tell what it was,” Cruce continues with a tone akin to amazement. “It could have been the silver wrapping on a stick of gum for all I knew, but my gut said it was something more sinister. I didn’t hesitate.”

No, he didn’t. In front of a video crew who had been filming a documentary on Vice President Alexander—as it was widely known at that point he was going to make a run for president—Cruce Britton hadn’t hesitated a moment in pulling out his service pistol and cranking four bullets into Special Agent Nicholson’s chest.

It was all caught on film, so there was no misinterpreting what Nicholson had planned. From his pocket, he’d pulled an eight-inch shiv, raised it high in the air, and had started lunging at Vice President Alexander when the first bullet caught him in the chest. It all came out in the investigation, but Nicholson held a deep-seated grudge against the current administration for its foreign war policies. Plus, he was a little touched in the head. He had hoped to make a statement by killing the vice president, and he had fully intended to die for the cause. There was a letter in his breast pocket.

What made Cruce’s actions so heroically phenomenal was it all went down in just a few seconds. He’d reacted on pure instinct. There hadn’t been anything that ever could have led him to believe one of his own would try to kill the VP.

“There are some who believe you acted too rashly,” I point out to Cruce. “That you had time to engage him in hand-to-hand combat to stop the attack, which would have saved his life.”

That produces a chuckle out of Cruce, and his eyes actually lighten up and sparkle. “Only person’s opinion who matters is Alexander’s, and he’s grateful for what I did.”

“So no second guessing yourself?” I ask.

“Never,” he assures me. “If he’d had a piece of gum in his hand, I’d be in prison suffering the consequences.”

That’s what I needed to hear. It’s not up to me or anyone else to judge the situation. The case was thoroughly investigated by the Justice Department, and Cruce was cleared of any wrongdoing. In fact, he ended up getting a presidential commendation out of it. But I needed to know he was at peace with his decision to kill someone. It’s not something I tend to doubt from my employees who are former Special Forces.

He’s satisfied me on that front, and I want him at Jameson.

“The job is yours if you want it.” I’d previously laid out salary and benefits to him during a phone interview last week. He was interested in one of the new apartments upstairs. However, my offer to him was contingent on his references panning out—and a strong letter of praise from the current president suffices—and me meeting with him first. It’s safe to say that as of this moment, I’m confident in opening the doors to him. “Only other thing you’d have to do is a psych evaluation.”



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