Death Triangle (EBOOK--Kindle and epub)

USA Today bestselling authors Lisa Harris and Lynne Gentry deliver a riveting series of unforgettable and chilling medical thrillers.

“Move over, Robin Cook!”

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ABOUT THIS E-BOOK: Death Triangle

No one suspects that the deadly pharmaceutical and viral disasters ravaging the African continent have been the fallout from one person’s intent to acquire immortality.

Not until two pregnant teenagers escape their captors and stumble into an African refugee camp.

When one of the escapees suffers a strange and bloody death, Dr. Rachel Allen, an infectious disease specialist aboard a humanitarian medical ship ported on the Central African coast is summoned to the Congo. Despite the danger, Rachel answers the plea of the refugee camp’s only doctor and leaves her post. But by the time she discovers the ancient virus she believed securely held in an American vault has been weaponized, it is too late to call for help. If this new potential bioweapon is launched beyond the borders of Africa, it will destroy more than the world. It will destroy everything she believes to be true about the man she loved.

Buckle in.

The stunning conclusion to the Agents of Mercy series is a heart-pounding ride that brings together the characters you’ve come to love from GHOST HEART, PORT OF ORIGIN, and LETHAL OUTBREAK.

You won’t believe who orchestrated every deadly move from the first page to the last. . .and all of it was done in the name of scientific progress.

“The best fiction book I’ve read in a long time.”

“Spellbinding!”

“The writing duo of Lisa Harris and Lynne Gentry presents seamless, action-packed writing that will keep you turning the pages until the very end.”

“A romantic, medical Indiana Jones murder mystery!”

“It’s like Outbreak and Captain Phillips combined into one.”

“With its intricate plot, well-drawn characters, and powerful themes, it is a book that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end. Highly recommended.”

“Never a dull minute.”

“Compelling, realistic, page turning thriller!!”

“The final book is beyond words!!”

“A ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ twist at the end! Never saw it coming.”

“Edge of your seat good!”

“I really hope these authors write more books as I don’t think I can go back to my ordinary books.”

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 ENJOY A SAMPLE FROM THE PROLOGUE OF DEATH TRIANGLE:

Équateur Province, DRC

Gray shadows hovered like formless ghosts as Vumi Mudimbi followed the rambling game path carved through the moabi trees. For over five hundred years the giant tree trunks had stood as sentinels of the forest. Her father had called these ancient trees protectors of her people, but tonight she knew that neither their fist-sized fruits nor medicinal bark could save her and her sister.

Her ribcage pressed against her lungs as she paused to catch her breath. She’d once been told that this was the worst place on earth to be a woman. Decades of conflict, sexual violence, and kidnapping for ransom had become so common that, to some, it was simply a part of society. Rape had become a weapon of the never-ending wars, something she knew firsthand. Vumi reached down and touched her swollen belly. There was no justice in this place. No hope for her or the child she carried. Even if she did manage to return home, she’d seen how the stigma against women like her was merciless. Families and friends routinely rejected rape victims, forcing them to choose between keeping their babies and raising them on their own or returning home childless. And while she didn’t want to believe her parents would do the same, there was no denying what kind of man had fathered this child.

An insurgent and a murderer.

Her bare feet made no sound as she hurried along the dirt path in the blazing tropical sun, balancing a plastic 25-litre water container on her head. The choice she’d been given when she arrived at the militants’ camp had been simple. She could either comply with the men who’d taken her, or they would kill her. Three fresh graves in the field outside the camp perimeters held the bodies, she was told, of girls who’d tried to escape. The same fate would be hers if she failed to submit.

And so, she complied.

The hem of her faded dress swayed beneath her as she quickened her steps. Once, she’d had dreams of owning a sewing shop and making dresses and headwraps out of colorful fabric—but dreaming now was nothing more than a painful waste of her limited strength. Soon she’d have a child to raise. How was she supposed to do that in a remote forest run by militants?

Her gaze settled on the water in the distance. She’d been warned of the dangers of the swollen river. Told that if she tried to cross, she would be swept away with the current or attacked by hippos or crocodiles. But no matter what lurked in the fast-moving waters or roamed the jungle beyond, nothing could be more terrifying than never escaping this nightmare.

She slowed as she approached the river. Several girls washed clothes, leaving them to dry on the bushes beneath the hot sun, while others filled their large plastic jugs with water. But that wasn’t what caught her attention. Near the opposite bank, a fisherman stood in his pirogue, his long, narrow canoe skimming the water. Her heart trembled.

What if escape was possible?

Another six girls had arrived three days ago. Two of them were only twelve years old. Taken while fetching water for their families. But one of them, the oldest, had told her about a refugee camp on the other side of the river. Vumi didn’t know how far she would have to go, but she did know that a refugee camp meant food and medical attention.

The idea of escaping from the man who’d claimed her seemed foolish, but it was also all she’d thought about the past few nights. If she could make it across the river and through the forest to the refugee camp, those who’d taken her would never be able to touch her again.

She set the water jug on the ground then scanned the riverbank for her sister. Meeting at the river in the early afternoon when most of the men were sleeping under the trees had become the only time the two of them had a chance to talk unobserved. Because in their captors’ minds, where would they go? They’d driven them here in the back of a truck for hours, then forced them to march, hands bound, through the forest, and now the formidable river stood as a barrier between them and freedom.

This could not be the end of their journey. No. She must find a way to get her sister away from here. A plan began to form in her mind as she watched the pirogue move out of sight. She would do this, because if she failed, and the father of her child found her, he would kill both her and her unborn baby.