The Wrong Hostage
Orphaned at thirteen, Grace Silva clawed her way out of poverty and violence to become one of the most respected judges on the federal bench. Grace believes in the rule of law lives it, breathes it. She has always been buttoned up and buttoned down.
Joe Faroe has learned that laws are made by politicians, and politicians are all too human. He believes in the innocents, the ones getting ground up by governments that are too polarized or too corrupt to protect their own citizens. He's been through the political meat grinder himself. It cost him his career, his freedom, and the woman who still haunts him. Since then Faroe has worked outside the rules and politics of government as a kidnap specialist for St. Kilda Consulting, a Manhattan-based global business that concentrates on the shadow world where governments can't go. He is good at his work intelligent, confident, ruthless.
Until a friend dies trying to kill him.
Now Faroe is out of the business. Retired. He's through trying to save a world that doesn't want to be saved.
Then Grace comes to him, past and present collide, and Faroe finds himself sucked back into the shadows, tracking a violent killer who holds the life of Grace's son in his bloody hands.
About the Author
Date of Birth:April 5, 1944
Place of Birth:Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Education:B. A., University of California, 1966
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The Wrong HostageA Novel
By Elizabeth Lowell
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2006 Elizabeth Lowell
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The phone rang four times before Judge Grace Silva pulled her head out of the legal documents she was reviewing.
Maybe it's Ted.
It had been years since she'd cared about her husband -- newly ex-husband -- in any way but as the father of her child. And if there was a persistent personal sadness that she'd failed in marriage, well, she'd just have to live with it. She'd worked hard to make the divorce and all the legalities entailed as civilized and adult as possible.
But she was real tired of getting calls at all times of the day and night asking for Theodore Franklin. Just because he'd kept his legal address as the beach home they'd once shared didn't mean he actually lived with her.
"Hello," Grace said.
"Ah, senora," said a man's voice. "This is Carlos Calderon. I would like to speak to your husband."
Grace didn't bother to point out that Franklin was her ex. If Calderon wasn't close enough to Ted to know about the divorce, she had no reason to announce it.
"Ted isn't here," she said briskly. And he hasn't been here in three weeks, which you damn well should know because you orone of your employees has called every day. "Have you tried his Wilshire office, his cell phone, and his Malibu condo?" Or his bimbo mistress?
"Si, yes, many times."
"Is it something I can help you with?"
Grace expected the same answer she'd gotten for the past three weeks -- a polite thanks but no thanks.
Instead Calderon sighed and said, "Judge Silva, I am afraid you must come to Ensenada immediately."
Her hand tightened on the phone. As a judge, she was accustomed to giving rather than taking orders. "Excuse me?"
"It is your son, Lane."
"What's wrong?" she asked quickly. "Is he in trouble? He's been so good for the -- "
"It is not something to be discussed over the telephone. I will see you in two hours."
"What's wrong?" she demanded.
"Good-bye, Judge Silva."
"Wait," she said. "Give me four hours. I don't know what traffic will be like at the border."
The phone went dead.
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