Lindsay McKenna - Dangerous Alliance

“I’m sorry about your sister, Sergeant,” Dan said, meaning it. Donnally’s story hit too close to home. He’d lost Janna to cocaine addiction. Since then, all his anger toward the drug culture had been turned into a personal war that included cleaning up the Yuma air station, and now Reed.

“Sir, if I can be bold, there are a couple of other good men who really hate drugs that could be assigned to your office.”

“Excellent. Give me a list of names, Sergeant. We’ll be building this rehab clinic and an undercover interdiction unit from the ground up. I can use all the good men I can get.”

Joe nodded, liking his new officer immensely. Word had come down that Ramsey was a tough officer. Well, Joe didn’t mind that type, as long as they were fair-minded. Hope rose in him. Ramsey seemed a hell of a lot better than his predecessor, Captain Jacobs. Suddenly, excitement thrummed through him.

“Sir, when will you let us in on your plans and ideas for the base?”

Dan hid a smile, liking the sergeant’s intensity and enthusiasm. “Just as soon as we can get a pool of people who hate drugs as much as you and I do.”

Joe jumped up and came to attention. “Permission to leave and get started on this, sir?”

“First things first, Sergeant.” Dan motioned to the report in his hand. “Let’s get Ms. Tyler’s investigation out of the way, shall we?”

“Yes, sir. This’ll be a piece of cake.”

“I hope so. Dismissed, Sergeant.”

Dan pushed his fingers together in a steeple as he thought about Donnally. He liked the staff sergeant, who seemed to couple intelligence with enthusiasm—the combination Dan was searching for in the team he’d put together for Reed. Brig chasers were big, mean marines who reminded him of the old corps before all the changes. As a group, they had one hell of a reputation, and no one messed with them. Not even the highly vaunted recon marines. No, brig chasers were the perfect instruments to use against the drug world.

Glancing at the phone on his desk, Dan wondered how long it would be until it would be ringing off the hook with drug-related problems. Once he’d put his drug unit together in Yuma, the phone had become a living being, stalking him twenty-four hours a day.

Reed was a lot bigger than Yuma, boasting 48,000 military personnel and 4,200 civilian employees to the Arizona air station’s 12,000 military personnel. He exhaled heavily, wondering if the drug problems at this base could be corralled and eradicated. No matter what happened, Dan knew he had to give it his best shot. If people such as Donnally were available to him, his job would be a lot easier. Still, from what Rose, his new secretary, had told him, his office and personnel were in dire need of being shaped up. Captain Jacobs had left the unit in shambles, the morale low. It would only make his job tougher if he had to whip his men and women back into line.

As Dan continued to ponder, his thoughts revolved back to Libby Tyler. If she was this upset about those five horses, why wasn’t her boss, Stuart Garwood? Or was she one of those people who did, indeed, go off on a tangent and make mountains out of mole hills? Dan grimaced, wishing mightily that he was the one going out to the stables to investigate Libby’s allegations rather than Donnally. Somehow, Dan had to figure out a way to see her. Somehow.

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