Dead Air
 
   
 
 
 
Business to Kill For
 
   

Synopsis

Business is war. And Luke Tanner is about to be its latest casualty. He's overheard men conspiring to gain control of a $1 billion piece of business by using a unique strategy - the murder of the two CEO's who control it.

The conspirators discover that Luke has overheard them and try to kill him. But he gets away. To silence him, they kidnap his girlfriend, pediatrician Dr. Jenna Johannson.

When the kidnappers try to kill them, Luke and Jenna manage to escape, only to discover that the $1 billion business - a massive worldwide automotive advertising account - is his. Luke also discovers that it's too late to save the lives of his CEO and client - because at that very moment, the two men are in the Yucatan Peninsula, unreachable by phone and about to walk into the assassins' trap.

An excerpt from Business to Kill For:

Luke Tanner sat in a hushed alcove of Detroit's cavernous Renaissance Center, staring at shimmering silver coins in a nearby fountain, unable to look away, even though he should have been writing a television commercial with a cool forty million dollars riding
on it.

Sipping lukewarm coffee, he forced his attention up to the multi-floored atrium. It reminded him of a concrete canyon. Balconies hunched over balconies, people leaning over them, peering down, watching people. He liked watching people watch people.

Tanner had slipped away from his office upstairs, where he was creative director of Connor Dow Advertising. He often tried to escape in the afternoon to work in his creative cranny, a quiet refuge that, he noticed, was quickly becoming less quiet.

Men, unseen and mumbling, scraped chairs up to a table on the other side of the alcove abutment that blocked his view of them.

He considered leaving, but decided to stay and finish the commercial for a prospective client with an amazing new glue. He wanted to create a commercial as exciting as the product, but so far his ideas packed all the excitement of a wet sock. And he didn't have much time. His producer wanted a concept for the commercial in thirty minutes.

The men were whispering now. Terrific, he thought, knowing he was hooked. He leaned closer to hear.

"Let's get this over with," said a deep, impatient voice. "Is everything arranged?"

"Yes, everythin'," said a man with a thick Spanish accent. "What about these Siamese Twins guys? They still hunt in same place?"

"Yes," the first man said. An American accent.

"Excelente."

"Their accident is arranged?"

"Sí.Yes."

"It must look like an accident."

"It will."

"Tell me about it," the American said.

"Cuatro Narices."

"What?"


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