Sonya, better known as Nurse Blood, is part of a team of lethal organ harvesters who seek out the weak to seduce, kill, and part out for profit on the black market. When Sonya meets Daniel McCoy, a young man recovering from a broken engagement, he’s just another kill to line her pockets with quick cash.
Agent David McCoy vows to find out how and why his twin brother Daniel disappeared…
Daniel’s body hasn’t been found, and the leads are slim to none, but it won’t stop David from dedicating his life to solving his brother’s case. When the evidence finally uncovers the shocking truth that Daniel’s disappearance is linked to organ harvesters, David knows his brother is most likely dead. But he’s determined to stop the villains’ killing spree before they strike again.
One last harvest is all Sonya and her team need to put their murderous past behind them…
A family with the rarest blood type in the world is the only thing standing between Sonya and retirement. David McCoy and the FBI are hot on their trail, though, and multiple targets make this the most complicated harvest yet. Will David unravel Sonya’s wicked plans in time to avenge his brother and save an innocent family? Or will Sonya cash in her final kill and escape for good?
Murder for profit stops for no man when you’re Nurse Blood.
Agent Croce watched the man she and Agent McCoy had arrested at the hospital through the one way mirror. He looked pathetic. He’d started crying when they’d clamped the cuffs on him. For his one call, he’d dialed an unlabeled number in his cell phone. From his constantly deteriorating mental state, she assumed he couldn’t get a hold of whomever he’d been trying to contact. They’d run the number and discovered it was an untraceable burner; Agent Limmon was trying to track down the towers the number had used while in the area. They suspected it was someone he’d been working with, probably the nurse.
“I think it might have been her phone,” Limmon said, entering the small room and looking in on the prisoner as well. “He had direct contact with her – we know that for a fact. The pings I found put her in the area of the Housen abduction and the surrounding areas. It doesn’t tell me exact locations, but I know she was close enough to have a good probability of being who we believe her to be.”
Croce nodded. “Thank you.”
Limmon watched the diminished man chained to a table in the connecting room. “He would have made an easy target. He might be a patsy.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Croce said. “I think the woman used him and left him to take the fall. You coming in with me?”
Limmon nodded. “Sure. I would love to hear what this bastard has to say for himself firsthand. Who knows, maybe he’ll give us another clue.”
Croce opened the door to enter the interrogation room and stepped through to approach their prisoner.
Limmon followed her and closed the door behind himself.
Croce sat down across from the man they were preparing to interrogate and opened the file she’d been holding.
Limmon stood back a little from the table and slightly to the side to observe.
“Miles Gardner,” she said, “we know you’ve been involved with an organ harvesting team. We know you’ve been in contact with a blonde woman, and that she’s your main contact with this group of people. So, let’s make life easy for all of us…especially you. Tell us what you know about these people and we might be able to reduce your prison sentence.”
Limmon watched the man as she spoke – he seemed to slump down more and more with each word. The man seemed to know he was defeated, that there was no hope. He almost felt sorry for the man…almost.
When Miles didn’t respond, Croce spoke again.
“Let’s start out simply,” she said. “What’s the woman’s name?”
“Sonya,” Miles muttered.
“I’m sorry,” Croce said. “What did you say?”
For the first time Miles lifted his head and looked the agent in the eyes – his were filled with tears.
“Her name is Sonya,” he said in a shaky voice. “She said she loved me…” He broke down and started sobbing openly as he cried.
Knowing that the interview was being video and audio recorded, Croce didn’t pause to write it down.
“Is Sonya her real name?” she asked.
“I don’t know…” he gasped out.
“Do you know her last name?” Croce asked. Of course she knew the woman’s name from the files they’d collected at the hospital, but she wanted confirmation.
“Garret,” he said, nodding.
“Do you know where she lives?”
Miles nodded and leaned forward to wipe tears off his face with his tethered hands.
Croce slid a pen and piece of paper across the table to him.
“Please write it down for me.”
He complied, sniffling.
Croce handed the paper to Limmon when Miles slid it and the pen back across the table.
Limmon read it and nodded to Croce; it was the address they had for Sonya from the hospital’s employee files. He turned, opened the door to the adjoining room, stepped through, closed the door, and pulled out his cell phone. He called Agent McCoy to let him know that the name and address they had for the woman was the right information.
After ending the call, he reentered the interrogation room.
“…I don’t know if any of the names I know are their real names,” Miles squeezed out between sobs. “I don’t know their addresses or anything else. The only places I saw Sonya was at work, at her house, and the building.”
“You know where the building they were using is?” Limmon blurted out, unable to stop himself.
“Yes,” Miles said with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden outburst from the usually silent man.
Croce slid the paper and pen back across the table to Miles. While he was writing, Croce looked up at Limmon, smiled, and winked.
He grinned down at her.
They were finally getting somewhere in the investigation that had been stale for too long. They finally felt like they had a chance at catching the perps who always seemed just out of their reach.