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Kimberli Bindschatel's Operation Arctic Deception (Poppy McVie Mysteries Book 5)
Kimberli Bindschatel's Operation Arctic Deception (Poppy McVie Mysteries Book 5)
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Deadly poachers prowl the woods of Canada...
...snatching rare owls to sell for millions.
But one woman can tear this operation down.
Special Agent Poppy McVie and her team are hot on the trail of a wanted man. She and a partner go undercover as interested buyers, but the mobsters are tipped off. All hell breaks loose and the two of them must flee for their lives.
Stuck in a freezing forest with enemies on all sides, Poppy must rely on her survival skills to keep herself and her cohort alive. Can one last gambit save her, even if it means making straight for the people who want her dead?
If you live for Lara Croft and Indiana Jones movies, and love Nevada Barr, this book is for you. Find out why readers describe Poppy as “My hero!” and “Irresistible.”
What people are saying…
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Poppy's character development took on a whole new level and was masterfully handled.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “ANOTHER GREAT READ by Kimberli. I just love these books. It is a continuing career adventure like a female James Bond series.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “As with all the books in this series, I was hooked right away!” ~ Reviewer
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✅ Animal lover
✅ Independent Heroine
✅ Exotic Locales
✅ Mysteries
✅ Seat-of-Your-Pants Adventure
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
It had been sixteen years since I’d killed anyone. But I was going to kill someone tonight.
It had also been sixteen years since I’d taken the Thunderbird out of the garage, where I kept it under lock and key. Garage, hell, it was more like a crypt. Back then, I thought the killer inside me would die, given time. So I’d buried him in my subconscious and buried his car in my garage, even covered it up with a death-shroud tarp. I’d covered the trophy wall, too. I’d told myself never to set foot inside the garage again.
But I had.
Every now and then, his voice would get to me, and I’d go in, start the T-bird up, let it run, listen to it purr and feel that old thrill I used to get when we had been on our way to take another victim. Sometimes I would even slide the phony pegboard wall aside to look at the cinder block wall it covered. To look at all their faces. Always smiling. Always young.
I’d taken the T-bird out tonight. And the kit. I’d brought the kit along, as well, though I had no intention of using it. I nearly always had the kit at hand. It was a way of testing myself, I think. A way of making sure I was the one in charge, the one in control. That I could resist the urges of the beast within.
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