Angels Don't Die (Madeleine Toche Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

said.
                  “All your sacrifice, all your time away from your family, and nobody can help.  The government just conveniently turns its back in the name of the national interest,” Karen said, her anger rising.
                  “Karen, I am not leaving him there.  I need help, though.”
                  “Who are we going to get to help?” Karen asked.
                  “Madeleine and Jack.  If pressed he won't admit it, but I think he's still active with MI6, and England still has strong ties to the Middle East.  The hardest thing to do will be to find out where Tracy is being held.  Once we do that, then we can go in and get him.”
                  “Let's go see Madeleine now. I have to do something; this uncertainty is tearing me apart,” Karen said tossing the dishtowel onto the hand railing of the old wooden porch.
                  “Ok, but before we go there’s something you should know. Remember what I told you about Madeleine in the war?” John said. “Frankly, I only touched the surface.”
                  “You make her sound like a one woman army,” Karen said.
                  “You have no idea, Karen. She’s worse, much worse,” John said.
                  “Then she’s exactly what we need,” Karen responded.
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
                  Jack and Madeleine sat on the broad front porch of their rustic creekside restaurant, taking a few minutes break escaping the heat of the kitchen between the lunch rush and the dinner service.  They had renovated a boarding house from the turn of the century, balancing its homey appeal with the necessities of a functioning restaurant.
      When Jack was home, he liked to hobnob with the customers and help out anyway he could.  The work was different from his job as an executive behind a desk.  As a regional manager he made a comfortable living, supplemented by the restaurant's success. It was a quiet life compared to his service in the war.  It had been a long time since he'd been summoned back to England, although he maintained ties with his old spy masters.  He likened it to being a member of the military reserve.
                  Madeleine watched as John and Karen parked.  Years of waiting and watching had given her an ability to read postures and expressions.  Something was wrong.  Perhaps it was an explanation for her premonition.
                  Standing, both Jack and Madeleine walked over to where John and Karen walked across the yard to meet them, trying to think of what to say to broach the subject.
                  “John, what’s wrong?”  Madeleine said reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder.
                  “I have very bad news and need help.  I can only ask and will understand if you are unable or can't get involved.”
                  “Then we had better go sit down and discuss it,” Jack said plainly.  His face held no discernible expression. He was a man used to facing things head on.
                  Madeleine had been expecting some kind of bad news since her recent premonition.  She prayed it wasn't death and that something could be done to help the situation.  She led Karen and John through the main dining room of the restaurant and over to a smaller private room with a large table and side board for more intimate dinners.
                  The four sat down at one end of the table and John spoke.
                  “Tracy has been captured by the PLO.  As you know, he was on loan to the Mossad for training purposes and to prepare him for focusing his NSA activities on the Middle East.  I got this information from a very reliable source, who also tells me the government will wash its hands of the whole matter in the interest of national security.  I will have to get