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It’s been two years and the DEA is no closer to breaking into the Russians smuggling operation today, than they were when the file first crossed his desk. Fuses are short and nerves are shot as the task force is forced to sit back and wait for a break in the case.

Amy Roberts is invisible. The quiet girl does exactly what she’s told and wouldn’t know trouble if it punched her in the face. One split decision changes all of that. Now, she may be the break the DEA is looking for, if she survives.

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By the time she is ready the clock taunts eleven thirty eight and she knows she is flirting with being late for lunch. Amy decides the only way to make it on time is to take the bike. She slides on her Olsenboy boots and grabs her helmet and bag, locking the door and slamming it shut in one motion.

She hops on the bike and pulls out of the parking lot in record time. The traffic is horrible. It is dead stopped and everyone is honking for no reason. Her eyes look down fearing the worst, but her heart leaps when the dash reads 11:50. She isn’t running too late yet, but if the traffic doesn’t clear up soon she will be. She crawls along in first gear for another ten minutes barely making it two blocks. Now she will certainly be late for lunch. Two options vie for space in her brain. She can either: cut through the alleyway to her right and take the side streets to the interstate or she can sit in traffic and listen to the disquisition her parents will force upon her about arriving for meetings in a timely manner. She decides on the former and slides into the mostly vacant alley.

Amy accelerates into third gear for the first time in the entire ride. She sees three men in black, unloading a van. At first she thinks nothing of it, until she notices what they are unloading. Each of the men are holding tightly wrapped brown packages. Amy may be invisible, but she isn’t stupid. She does know what a drug deal looks like. She has seen enough episodes of VICE to know what mass quantities of coke and meth look like. Amy’s adrenaline shoots through the roof, realizing what she has stumbled upon. The three men look at her and she knows something bad is going to happen. She tries to lay on the gas and act like she didn’t notice, but its hard not to see the hand gun pointed directly at her. She barely has time to gasp when a loud bang rebounds off the red brick buildings.

A sharp sting and sudden heat fill her left shoulder with pain and she loses control of the bike, sliding across the pavement. Her vision is fills with white stars while her brain tries to figure out what happened. Her eyes focus, she sees the mountain of a man stalking towards her as he pulls the trigger two more times.

A second man yells at him to put the gun away and he runs towards her bleeding body.

“Bro, is he dead?” the large man asks?

“I said put your fucking gun away now! Load the van. We gotta ditch the drop. NOW.”

“Not until you tell me he’s dead. We can’t have any lose ends.”

“There’s definitely no way he could survive three bullet wounds. Now lets go!”

The realization hits her and she fakes dead the best she can. Black clouds threaten to overtake her vision. All she can feel is pain. She lets the clouds wash over her body, feeling the warmth of her blood coating her exposed skin and finally succumbs to sleep, accepting her death at the hands of the one decision she made on her own.

 

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One day while slaving away at her monotonous day job, Jennifer Martinez found her true calling. Like a firefly in the night, the pages called to her. Once she caught the bug there was no stopping it. Her fingers flew furiously across the keyboard winding tales of love, mystery and anger. She snapped out of her reverie to find herself still behind the desk but at least she knew who she was… Author Jennifer Martinez.

I like to think of myself as a beautiful conundrum. When I am not writing, I can be found surrounded by my amazing family and 4 dogs or volunteering at a local animal rescue. I love who I am and don’t mind at all when I get strange looks from people. I am a tattoo covered, child and animal lover who looks forward to destroying peoples preconceived notions of what “someone like me” would be interested in. You only live life once… you may as well make it interesting.

I love to get lost in a good book and hope that everyone will get lost in mine.

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