This
week Texas author Mark Troy shares an excerpt from his new mystery The Rules. The synopsis below is
followed by an excerpt from the book:
Ava Rome is
a personal protection specialist. She follows three rules: First, a
professional never gets into a relationship with her principal; second, a
professional never leaves her principal; and, third, a professional never calls
attention to herself or her principal.
Ava takes on
the job of protecting Paul, the son of a wealthy and powerful man from a
country where murder and kidnapping are means of doing business. Paul convinces
her he is not like his father and has no wish to continue in the family
business.
Paul is a
few years younger than Ava and very attractive to women. How attractive becomes
apparent when another woman makes an advance on him. The incident draws
attention to Ava and Paul, violating her third rule. The incident also forces
Ava to recognize that she, herself, is attracted to him. In order not to
violate her first rule, she decides she must violate her second rule and leave
him. Paul, however, operates under a different set of rules and won't let her
leave.
The Rules
by
Mark Troy
Rule
Number Three
Paul
was not his real name. He could be Paolo or Pablo, or, more likely, something
entirely different. A person who wants to assimilate will anglicize his name,
but a person who wants to hide will change names completely.
Ava
Rome is my real name. I protect people who need to hide.
I
met Paul and his father in the house they rented in an exclusive area of
Honolulu.
"My
father is a wealthy and powerful man in our country, Miss Rome," Paul
said. "He has powerful enemies."
They
didn't name the country and I'd agreed not to ask. I guessed a South American
nation. They spoke either Spanish or Portuguese. Not being a linguist, I
wouldn't know which.
Paul
spoke good English, lightly accented. Later I learned he had spent most of his
life in exclusive private schools, insulated from his father's business.
He
sounded better than he looked and he looked incredible. Average height, wavy
dark hair, perfect teeth to go with his gorgeous features, and the lithe build
of a soccer player. A striker, maybe, a position requiring explosive speed. I
figured him about mid-twenties. He wore an open-neck sport shirt and chinos. He
rocked the chinos.
You
start thinking like that, you should leave.
But
I didn't. I was drawn to the gold cross below his throat, framed by the open collar
of his shirt. It was small and delicate such as a woman would wear. I wondered
if the cross had belonged to a woman in his life. His mother, perhaps. If so, I
liked him for it.
I
didn't like anything about his father.
"Who
are your enemies?" I asked.
Paul
translated the question into his own language for his father who dismissed it
curtly.
"My
father says that is not for you to know."
"If
I'm to protect you, I need to know the threats."
"If
there's a threat," Paul said.
"You
don't believe you're in danger?"
"My
father has become more than a little paranoid," Paul said. "Who
wouldn't, given the life he lives?" He shrugged and flashed me a sheepish
grin. "Between you and me, the danger is mostly in his imagination."
I
scanned the lanai. At the ocean end,
two men played cards at an umbrella table. A third man leaned against the bar
in the living room. A fourth man maintained a watch near the front door, out of
my sight. He'd been about to pat me down when Paul intervened. Four men, one
type. Dark slacks, white sport shirts, cheap hair cuts. They were bulked up,
but not muscled-up. Their handguns printed under their shirts. They'd do a good
job against a normal threat, but wouldn't last long against professionals.
They
wouldn't last long against me.
"These
aren't imaginary thugs," I said. "Paranoia often has a basis in
fact."
"The
laws in our country are weak and ineffective. To stay in business, my father
has to be strong. Murder, kidnapping, these are the means employed by his
competitors. My father does not wish it, but it is what one must do."
Mark Troy ©2013
Ava Rome returns in The Splintered Paddle, coming in June 2014
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