Not Quite The Enemy
Book 1 in Lindsay Lane FBI Thriller
The enemy is closer than she ever imagined.
Lindsay Lane has spent her FBI career tackling high-stakes threats, but her latest assignment might be the one that breaks her.
Trained in counterterrorism, she’s spent years hunting down the country’s most elusive enemies. But when a special operation goes terribly wrong, leaving a young woman dead, Lindsay is transferred out of the Counterterrorism Division.
Her new assignment: a bank robbery in Colorado.
What seems like a straightforward case quickly spirals into something far more dangerous—and personal.
Lindsay uncovers unsettling clues that point to her brother’s involvement, forcing her into a moral crisis. Now, she must make an impossible choice—remain loyal to her family, or bring him down.
As she delves deeper into the investigation, Lindsay realizes this robbery may be part of something much larger and treacherous.
Meanwhile, the circumstances surrounding her parents’ murder continue to haunt her. Though their killer was caught, Lindsay is still tormented by one question: who ordered the hit, and why?
Family loyalties and a deadly conspiracy collide in this explosive thriller.
Will Lindsay risk it all to expose the truth—and destroy everything she holds dear? Family loyalty and justice—Can Lindsay Lane have both?
Discover the heart-pounding twists in Not Quite The Enemy today.
Not Quite The Enemy
Book 1 in Lindsay Lane FBI Thriller
Not Quite The Enemy
EXCERPT
“Get ready,” Willis told his people.
Crumbly stopped about halfway. He looked back at the kid. He spoke loud enough that they could hear him say to her, “You coming or what?”
She smoked for a few seconds and acted as if she didn’t hear him. He was beginning to say something else when she moved to join him.
“Kid or not, if Crumbly gets in the car, we might have a problem,” Lindsay said.
She expected a sarcastic response, but Willis just nodded and said into the headset, “On my signal.”
Crumbly stopped before he reached the corner of the store. He retrieved his phone and looked at the screen.
“What the fuck?” he said, loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“Take him down,” Willis said. He could tell something was wrong. Lindsay and Smythe felt it too.
Crumbly looked over at the van and seemed to register movement. It was clear their cover was blown. He drew a gun from behind his back, a big chrome Colt Python .357, as he pulled the girl in front of him.
Willis left the Jeep. Lindsay and Smythe followed him.
The agents by the van drew their guns, HK sub-machine guns they had been carrying in shoulder rigs under their shirts. While they took aim, two more HRT members came out of the van. Unlike the two men pumping gas, they were in full tactical gear, having no reason to pretend they weren’t HRT.
Crumbly put the gun to the girl’s head and thumbed back the hammer.
“Stay back!” he screamed.
The agents in front of him did as they were told. The pair of men coming around on each side of the Stop and Shop stopped as well but not before putting Crumbly in their sights.
“What the hell are you doing?” the girl said as he held her tight.
“Shut up,” he told her.
“Let me go, you fucking idiot,” she yelled as she tried to pull away.
“Be still,” Crumbly told her. To agents he said, “Stay back.”
“You’re going to get me killed,” the girl said as she continued to struggle.
The look on Crumbly’s face suggested he didn’t mean to pull the trigger, but whether it was intentional or not, the gun fired and removed the top half of the young hostage’s head.
He wiped her blood and brains from his face with the sleeve of his gun hand before he looked at her dead body and said, “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”
Every gun from the FBI’s HRT made those his last words as all eight men opened fire. The first bullet was enough, but he took seven more anyway. Each would have been fatal if he weren’t already dead.
Willis looked at the two dead bodies on the sidewalk. “What the hell just happened?”
The closest man moved to the body. He picked up Crumbly’s phone and looked at the face.
“Someone saw the raid on his house and tipped him off,” he said to Willis. “They moved too soon.”
Willis turned to Lindsay. “They were supposed to wait for us to confirm we had Crumbly.”
“I know,” she replied, seeing his rage directed at her. She added, “I didn’t tell them to move.”
Willis pointed to the dead girl. “She’s just a kid. I have a niece her age.”
Lindsay had nothing to say to that.
“You were the intelligence on this. How did you not know about her?”
Lindsay had nothing to say to that either.
“Someone is going to lose their job over this,” Willis said before he stormed off to his Jeep.
Lindsay had the feeling the someone he was referring to was probably her.
END OF EXCERPT