From There To Here

By Kevin Cook

How does a normal, college educated, military trained Intelligence agent get so far down that he has to spend time on skid row busting perps? Is it therapy? Or just anger and depression. What does he really want out of life; peace and quiet or always in crisis? Follow FBI agent Trace Nickels as he seeks revenge for the killing of his partner. Someone possesses nuclear briefcases and is trying to manipulate events in the US. Follow Agent Nickels personal trials as he helps the High-Tech Division of the FBI. Read how Trace and his fellow agents race against time to expose the criminal they know as The Doctor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kevin Cook
• Release date: Jun 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310517914

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From There to Here

By Kevin Cook

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Copyright 2014 Kevin Cook

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From There to Here

Chapter 1 Breaking Point

Trace watched as the shards of ice fell into the ocean exploding upon impact. The Alaskan coastline was painted white and blue and Trace wondered how in the world he got here. The department’s shrink suggested or really imposed a 2 week leave of absence and the cruise was a 5 day break in getting away from the streets. Looking over the ship’s railing, wearing an oversized, over priced tropical shirt and staring at the Alaskan landscape, he couldn’t help but think that there was somewhere else he should be.

The police report said that when they arrived, they found the perp laying on his back, in a pool of blood, almost in a coma. The poor store clerk was rambling on about how this man just flew all over the store and took down the perp. All she was mumbling was thank you, thank you, thank you, over and over.

The detectives came knocking on his door at about 2 am. He was halfway through his favorite desensitizer when he heard the banging of fists at the door Trace, Trace! You in there? came the voice. Hey, it’s Mac and Phil. We need to talk!! Trace grudgingly walked towards the door fearing he was in a nightmare or just about to start one. That had been the story of his life the past 2 years.

As he reached for the door, he felt his gun holster swing around on his back. That was strange because he always had his holster tied down or completely off, but never just loose flinging side to side.Hey Nick, that was Mac’s way of trying to calm down the situation. It was always Nick when the guys at the academy would get into his head to stop something from happening.

They told us down at the liquor store that some fellow just went off on some poor perp and almost killed him! The door clicked and Phil pushed it slowly open. Trace walked back and reached for his glass of Jack. He lit up a smoke, took a deep drag and exhaled and began to talk.

Nah, I didn’t kill him, I just put him down like some poor dog that needed to be calmed down. Trace muttered. Max jumped in but you just walked away after, and didn’t call it in or say anything to the girl at the register or nothing. You just freaking walked away!

Well, he didn’t say anything to me when he pulled out that 9 mil and pointed it into that scared girl’s face. Trace replied. She looked like a deer in the headlights But Trace, responded Phil, the medics said he was totally unconscious for half an hour before they got some response. What did you use, some super CIA takedown or something?

That’s FBI, Trace barked. I was in the FBI, not CIA. And no it was just a reflex. He was pointing that piece at the girl right over my shoulder. I said ‘excuse me’ and he was about to say something dumb I could tell. He said ‘No one …’ and then I just finished the sentence for him Phil remarked, the store video shows you just reached up with one hand and grabbed his wrist and took the gun with the other and clicked the safety on as his wrist snapped. Is that what happened?

Pretty much said Trace. "He screamed like some sissy and