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  Never Surrender

  Stacy Claflin

  NEVER SURRENDER

  AN ALEX MERCER THRILLER #12

  by Stacy Claflin

  http://www.stacyclaflin.com

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  Edited by Staci Troilo

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Other Books by Stacy Claflin

  Author's Note

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  The group of seven men in the dim room snapped to attention once Five Fingers entered.

  “What are you doing here?” asked Pit Bull. “You weren’t on the schedule.”

  “We didn’t know you were heading over here,” said One Eye, who actually had both his eyes.

  The others spoke up, talking over each other.

  Five Fingers held up his hand. “Silence.” He took a seat at the table and waited for them to shut up. “I’m here because we have a real problem. This is going to have to be quick. And it better be the last time I have to fly in for an in-person meeting.”

  “Problem?” Pit Bull wrinkled his nose. “Don’t you mean problems, as in many? Other than the fact our numbers are diminishing?”

  “The authorities are getting close to me,” said Chops. “I don’t know how. I’ve covered my bases.”

  “I’m aware of that,” said Five Fingers, “but that isn’t why I’m here.”

  “Why, then?” Chops furrowed his brows. “Why would you risk being here?”

  “Because they’re onto us, too?” asked One Eye.

  Five Fingers shook his head. “Again, that’s nothing new. The cops have been tailing us for years. Just ask Nighthawk.”

  They each brought a hand to their heart and spoke in unison. “May he rest in peace.”

  Chops turned to him. “What is the problem?”

  “We need to do something about the police department.”

  “Which one?”

  Five Fingers just held his gaze. Didn’t bother answering such a stupid question.

  Pit Bull pressed his palms on the table. “We could take more kids from that area.”

  “No.” Several jumped at the strength of Five Fingers’s word. “Any time something happens there, they turn our way. Even things that have nothing to do with us. And with the feds now involved …”

  “They’ve been involved for years. What’s new?”

  “Our numbers!” Five Fingers slammed his fist on the table. “We’re down to almost nothing. Most of the original
group are in prison or dead. If we want to survive, we have two choices. I don’t like either option.”

  “What are they?” Chops asked.

  “We either bring in more of us—and that’s dangerous at this point—or we up the stakes.”

  “Up the stakes?” One Eye cracked his knuckles.

  “What do you mean?” asked Pit Bull.

  Five Fingers drew in a deep breath. For a bunch of criminal masterminds, they sure could be dense. He checked the time—had to leave soon.

  Chops spoke up. “He means we abduct as many children as possible. Hit all the locations hard. Make impossible demands. Then the feds will be overwhelmed and will be spread so thin they won’t be able to get anything done.”

  Five Fingers nodded. He could always rely on Chops. “That’s right. It’s something we can do. The other option, along the same vein, is more ballsy, but it’ll get their attention.”

  The others all snapped their gazes to him.

  “What’s the other option?”

  “Yeah, what?”

  The others stared in anticipation.

  Five Fingers waited a beat before answering. “We go after their families.”

  “The feds’ families?” Eagle Wings spoke for the first time since Five Fingers arrived.

  Everyone looked surprised, even Chops.

  “Yes.” Five Fingers nodded slowly. “Feds, police—anyone who’s after us. Plenty of them have kids and families. We go after them, they’ll feel the bite and finally stop.”

  Chops frowned. “Or they come after us with even more force than before. And I know I don’t need to remind you about our current numbers.”

  “What about that blogger?” asked Pit Bull.

  Chops leaned over the table. “He’s a cop now, remember?”

  “He still blogs, and he has a bunch of kids. We’ve never touched the young ones.”

  Five Fingers checked the time again. “That isn’t a bad idea, except he brings a lot of attention to our cases. One wrong move, and we could be figured out.”

  “He’ll be too distracted by his own problem to worry about any of the others, though. It’s the perfect solution.”

  “I have other plans for the blogger.” Five Fingers rose and looked around at the group. “Now is the time for research. We need to figure out how to pull this off—which key people to go after. The blogger, maybe. His friend the captain, perhaps. Or we might want to steer clear of the blogger and his buddies altogether. I’m not sure I like the idea of going after him again. It’s risky. He really could bring too much attention to what we’re doing.”

  Chops stood, pushing his chair back. “But if he isn’t distracted, he’ll too easily put the pieces together and tell everything about our cases to the world. He needs to be our number one target. If we want anyone distracted, it’s him.”

  “I’ll think about it.” Five Fingers narrowed his eyes. “I don’t want anyone acting without talking to me. Got it?”

  Everyone mumbled.

  “Is that an agreement?” He made eye contact with each one.

  They all said yes.

  “Good.” He stepped toward the door. “We don’t have any room for errors. Three-quarters of our best men have been arrested and Nighthawk and Muscles are dead. I’ll set up a new online discussion room on the Dark Web within the next two days. You’ll get the login information in the usual ways. Any questions?”

  Most everyone shook their heads no.

  Except Pit Bull. “So, we don’t take any kids?”

  “Not until I give the word.”

  “What about any we still have?”

  Five Fingers threw his hands in the air. “I don’t care! Just don’t get caught. We have to stick to the plan. It’s more important now than ever.”

  With that, he stormed out of the room into the blinding brightness of the day.

  Things were about to get real.

  Fast.

  And the authorities would never see it coming.

  Chapter 2

  Detective Alex Mercer took a cookie from the captain’s desk and sat across from him. Caramel melted in his mouth. “Mmm. These are good. Did Genevieve make them?”

  Nick shook his head. “It’s from a family I helped a few years ago. They bring in treats every so often. I always have to work out double-time afterward.” He laughed and rubbed his belly.

  “I believe it.” Alex grabbed another cookie. “Have time to take lunch now? I have a real hankering for that loud pizza place again.”

  “What are you trying to do to me?” Nick rose. “Yeah, let’s go. It’s been a quiet day.”

  Alex snagged another cookie. “It’s always quiet when Crawford isn’t around.”

  His best friend pulled on his jacket. “When the feds aren’t in town, he doesn’t have to worry about trying to impress anyone other than the mayor.”

  “We should send her some of these cookies as a thanks for putting up with Crawford so we don’t have to.”

  Nick chuckled.

  As easygoing and friendly as Nick was, he couldn’t stand the police chief, either. Wherever Crawford could try to impress his superiors was where he could usually be found. It had been a relief for everyone when he’d been promoted because he started spending the majority of his time at City Hall.

  And with the worst crimes lately being just mail theft, things were peaceful in the precinct again.

  Alex and Nick greeted other officers as they made their way to the back parking lot, where they climbed into Nick’s beloved Mustang. Before long, they were ordering their personal pizzas over the loud rock music.

  They settled at a table where it wasn’t too deafening and dug in.

  “How are things with Zoey?” Nick asked as he picked up the first slice.

  Alex’s stomach knotted at the thought. “I thought she’d change her mind about moving after the latest round of kidnappings were solved. They had nothing to do with the ring, but she doesn’t care.”

  Nick frowned. “She’s still looking to move out of the area?”

  “The area? Out of the state. She thinks Boise is the ideal place to raise a family. It’s too bad she won’t include me in the decision.”

  “Maybe she just needs more time.”

  Alex shook his head. “She’s been looking at real estate websites nonstop and is talking to her realtor friend every day. I really don’t know what’s going to happen.”

  “Do you want me to bring the family over tonight instead of tomorrow morning?” Nick pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. “Our schedule is free, although all of the older kids will be out. Adults and babies night?”

  Alex shrugged. “I don’t think it’s going to make much of a difference. She isn’t going to make a decision between now and tomorrow morning.”

  “Let me know. We’d be happy to change our plans.”

  “I appreciate it.” Alex finished his pizza and took a deep breath. A few weeks earlier a rash of kidnappings in the area—another rash—had been the last straw for his wife. Now she was serious about moving. With or without him.

  The thought made his muscles tense, his stomach lurch. He and Zoey had been together forever—or at least it felt that way. They’d known each other his entire life and had dated since he was only thirteen, aside from a brief breakup when Alex’s life fell apart. When he managed to pull it back together, they reconciled, too.

  And now it was looking like everything could go bust again.

  She was putting him in an impossible situation. Their entire life was in this town—friends, family, his job. He’d never been to Boise, or even any part of Idaho. Nor had any of the kids. Zoey, however, was convinced it was the safe capital of the world for raising a family.

  What she failed to realize was Alex had a target on his back regardless of where they lived. It was his life’s mission to bring home abducted children and take down their kidnappers. He’d done that numerous times before becoming an officer because his blog was both popular and successful.


  Criminals hated him for it. A ring of them had been after Alex and his family for years now, and they’d even convinced him to take down his site for a time in exchange for leaving the Mercers alone.

  They hadn’t.

  He put the blog back up. And he’d helped return close to a dozen kids since then.

  Alex realized Nick was talking to him. He shook his head to clear it. “Can you repeat that?”

  Nick held up his phone. “Genevieve wants to know what we can bring tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow.” It took him a moment to figure out what was going on the next day. The Fleshmans were coming over for brunch with the hidden agenda of convincing Zoey to stay in town. “Have her ask Zoey. I’m not sure.”

  Nick nodded then tapped a text to his wife before looking at Alex again. “G can’t get a hold of her.”

  Alex groaned. “Zo must be onto us. Just bring whatever you feel like. If we end up with a whole bunch of eggs, then so be it.”

  “Sure thing.” Nick tapped out another text. “You ready to head back?”

  Alex yawned. “Yeah. I’m going to refill my soda.”

  “I thought you were cutting out unhealthy drinks?” Nick lifted a brow.

  “That was the plan, but with all the stress of Zoey trying to move, I don’t care.” Alex picked up his plastic cup and refilled it, sadness overtaking his anger.

  Things had been going great when he and Zoey were on the health kick. It had been more her than him, but he’d always been willing to go along with her ideas—whether it be lemon water replacing his afternoon mocha or feeding their toddler twins only organic food—but moving without them both being on board was where he drew the line.