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Published: June 5th, 2018
How do I prove a negative?
I need to prove Jane is innocent, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
Mirrors, smoke, and lies can conjure a truth that isn't real. Money, bribes, and power can twist reality. What we call proof is all an elaborate magic act.
So is love.
How do you prove you're in love? How can you know with unrelenting certainty that the person you can't live without really loves you?
It's all about what you believe. Who you believe. And I believe Jane. I love her. But it might be too late.
Or, worse-it might all be an illusion. If proof is just a magician's sleight of hand, then we're caught in a sick trick.
A deadly one.
One that doesn't end with applause.
But with a bang.
Read the stunning conclusion to the Shameless series as Jane and Silas fight against forces that conspire to keep them apart -- maybe forever.
EXCERPT
SILAS
Half my mind is spinning with the relief of knowing she didn’t shoot Drew after he shot me. A cold-blooded operative would have. Well-trained people in the field stick to the mission, no matter what. If Jane had really, truly been part of some deep state plan, she would have taken her chance when Drew shot me and killed him on the spot.
She didn’t.
She dropped the gun, fell to her knees, and worried about me. Worried. The true test wasn’t one of love and caring.
It was one of violence. Of death. Of treason.
The love was extra.
But the love is all I care about now.
“I am so screwed,” I say, running my hand through my hair, pieces of loose asphalt sprinkling on my shoulders, my earpiece coming out.
“We knew the test was faulty.”
“Yeah.”
“The important part is that she’s cleared now.”
I bite back a contrary reply.
“Go,” Drew orders Duff. “Do whatever she says. Unless she cuts surveillance. Keep a team on her at all times. She’s more important now than ever.”
More important now than ever.
Drew’s got that right.
Not quite in the same way I feel it, though.
“That hurt more than you said it would, Foster,” I inform him. “Your test of Jane sucks.” It’s an accusation. He knows it. I’m talking about more than my chest.
He knows that, too.
We watch the cop car pull up, followed by a second police SUV, and then the long line of predictable law enforcement people, all responding to reports of gunshots.
“It always hurts more than we say it will. You’ll be bruised, but fine. The heart’s resilient,” he says as he walks over to deal with his mess.
He’d better be right.
About the author:
Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.
Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
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