Cut and Run 7 - Touch and Geaux

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    Touch & Geaux (Cut & Run, #7)
    Copyright © 2013 by Abigail Roux
    Cover Art by L.C. Chase, http://lcchase.com/design.htm
    Editor: Rachel Haimowitz
    Layout: L.C. Chase, http://lcchase.com/design.htm
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    ISBN: 978-1-937551-86-5
    First edition
    April, 2013
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After having their faces plastered across the news during a high-profile case, FBI Special Agents Ty Grady and Zane Garrett have become more useful to the Bureau posing for photo ops than working undercover. Just as Zane is beginning to consider retirement a viable option, Ty receives a distress call from a friend, leading them to a city rife with echoes from the past.
    New Orleans wears its history on its streets, and it’s the one place Ty’s face could get him killed. Surrounded by trouble as soon as they land, Ty and Zane are swiftly confronted with a past from which Ty can’t hide—one with a surprising connection to Zane’s.
    As threats close in from all directions, both men must come to terms with the lives they’ve led and the lies they’ve told. They soon discover that not all their secrets are out yet, and nothing lasts forever.

To Fate. May it treat you as well as it has me.

Zane Garrett glanced up in time to see Alston toss a balled-up scrap of paper across the pod of desks where their team of six sat. Ty Grady threw up his arms, signaling a touchdown as the paper skidded across his desk and into his lap.
    “Garrett, Grady, in my office,” McCoy called from his door. He disappeared inside.
    “What’d you guys do now?” Alston asked.
    Zane rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t me.”
    “This time,” Clancy chimed in.
    “I hope it was me,” Ty said with relish. He stood and buttoned his suit, leaving a half-finished firearms discharge form open on his computer.
    “Sometimes I wonder how far you’d go to get out of paperwork,” Alston said.
    “Watch old episodes of Pinky and the Brain and you might get close,” Zane muttered, drawing snorts of laughter from their other two teammates.
    “Before everything went digital, I had the Bureau docs convinced I was allergic to paper pulp,” Ty told them, dead serious. His hazel eyes were shining. “It was beautiful.”
    “You’re allergic to everything else,” Zane said as he pushed out of his chair. “Come on. You know what he did to us the last time we made him wait.”
    “Salon appointments,” Lassiter mused.
    “PR lectures,” Alston said.
    “Enforced vacation?” Clancy added.
    “Christ, I don’t know which of those is worse,” Zane said. It was all part and parcel of being Ty Grady’s partner. And, Zane had to be honest, some of it was his own fault too.
    Ty pointed around at each of his