Zero Hour: Five – Not Was

Troubleshooter Zero Hour by Andrea Speed Five – Not Was Inside the smallest bag was a bunch of money, small non-sequential bills gathered into stacks by rubber bands, and a relatively thick portfolio. Shan was too busy looking at the cash to notice the folder. “Whoa,” he said, looking like he wanted to touch it but didn’t dare. “I thought suitcases full of money only existed in movies.” “Don’t be too impressed, there’s a lot of singles in there. It’s just a partial payment of our fee. We’ll get the rest once we complete our objective.” Shan looked at her suspiciously. “Exactly what fee did you quote him?” That made her smirk. Head injury or not, he could catch on quick sometimes. “A special job requires special...

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Zero Hour: Four – The Masochism Tango

Troubleshooter Zero Hour by Andrea Speed Four - The Masochism Tango She should have known that Frost’s wicked sense of humor would come back to bite her on the ass. As soon as Shan felt ready to venture out, they went back to her place to intercept the messenger who’d be returning with their new i.d.‘s, and she sent him to talk to Ms. Gordon down the hall, as the old lady had an obvious crush on Shan (older women loved him – she enjoyed teasing him about that), and she figured she’d take good care of Satan while she was gone. Of course, Shan would probably tell her the cat was named Satin, but that was okay; Satan couldn’t correct her. The courier arrived while he was still gone, and she got the first look at their new identities. Shan was Chris...

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Zero Hour: Three – How Not To Be Seen

Troubleshooter Zero Hour by Andrea Speed Three - How Not To Be Seen She went home and found two recent pictures of her and Shan. Shan was easy to get a photo of, but she avoided cameras as a matter of practicality. Still, she always had one around, just for fake identification purposes. It was always good to have some handy, especially if you needed to change identities in a hurry. She messengered them over to Frost’s hotel, then headed out, driving up to Kamloops, mainly because no one knew her in Kamloops. There she hit the first relatively clean looking strip mall, and had her hair cut in a cheap chain store. She just told the woman she got that she wanted it short, style didn’t matter, and the woman did just that. People often looked a lot like their i.d....

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