Free SEIZED Part 3: Steamy Romantic Suspense (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) by JC Coulton Page A

health conditions and prescription drugs she takes.
    I’m not sure why, but I’m starting to pity Neon. She’s been in and out of foster homes and juvenile detention, seems to live off prescription drugs, has a criminal record a mile long, and is well known to the NYPD and the Department of Social Services.
    Natalie shows me a bunch of witness and complaint reports about Neon’s more violent offences, and dropped charges over the last five years. Everything from extinguishing cigars on her girl’s bodies, to cracking jaws with pistol butts, to drug dealing, and premeditated homicide on the last girl who supposedly crossed her. It’s clear she has a top lawyer on her payroll—the average person with this many charges would have been behind bars a long time ago.
    Natalie explains Neon’s personality type so I can convince Blake she really did phone me. I learn about their profile of her motivators, drivers, emotional trigger subjects, and how she would react in various situations. The truth is though, no matter how much I prepare and learn about this woman, no one can tell me what’s really going to go down when I talk to Blake.
    A part of me starts to wonder why I need all this information if I’m only talking to Blake. To me, it would be so much simpler if they give me three lines to memorize and repeat back to Blake—something big enough to make him seek her out immediately. I have to admit, though, there’s another part of me that’s salivating. I’m learning so much about how the Bureau works. It will help make my exposé article so much more robust and thorough. I can just imagine the impact it could have.
    I’m starting to feel more prepared. I ask for a coffee and Agent Robinson brings me a small cup of espresso. The thing perks me right up. They brief me on what will happen outside the warehouse again. Once I get Blake fired up to confront Neon, the team will split up. One agent will meet me nearby in the taxi, and the rest will follow Blake. It seems pretty safe, and I’m shown a few vulnerable points to avoid on the site map.
    They assure me again that I’ll always be within view of them, and they show me two signals I can make to subtly get their attention, should the sound fail for any reason. I have a sudden appreciation for their line of work. Technology fails; plans get fucked up; nothing in the field can so easily be controlled or reduced to a step by step plan. There are just too many variables.
    I hope to God they know what they’re doing, adding me to the mix. I’ve become a wild card, and sometimes, I don’t know what I’d carry out, and what I’d park for later. I consider telling them this minor detail, but quickly opt against it.
    The route I’ll take for my short run is the same as the one I took this morning. It will help make it look like I’m going back for another look. This is a backup, so that by making myself visible to Neon’s watchmen, she may be alerted by both them and Blake. After my conversation with Blake, Agent Cooper will be in disguise, and will pick me up in the same rented yellow cab he’ll use to drop me off near the warehouse.
    They repeat the plan from the top again, and I feel ready. I think I can piss Blake off enough for him to head right to Neon, and hopefully wherever she’s hiding April will become clear, and Neon can be arrested and charged. It will also prove Blake knew where April was all along, and as sick as I feel about it, it’s time to stop hiding behind a dead fantasy that Blake had any feelings at all for me. At least his crackhead woman Neon never faked hating me so much.
    I can’t imagine what Blake could see in her. Jesus, does every man want the hot girl with more baggage? If that’s the case, I might have been living my life not harnessing the secret formula for years without even realizing it. I’ve got baggage. I’ve just been hiding it under layers and layers of secrecy and untruths, to come off as normal. And now I find Blake