
Hotwire by Cindy M. Hogan Division spy Christy Hadden can't wait for her latest assignment posing as a student at a prestigious New York City academy and car thief extraordinaire. The best part of the mission is her attractive handler, Jeremy, and her new team. The worst part? The sociopath masquerading as the academy's most popular guy. But soon she realizes the car thieves are much more than they seem. Her simple spying mission becomes more dangerous than anyone imagined. If the organization discovers her true identity, they won't hesitate to kill her, and if she fails, others will suffer the same fate. Young Adults, teens and adults will love this exciting suspenseful adventure with a dash of romance. You won't want to put it down
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Praise for Hotwire
This book will take you on a crazy ride that you won't want to get off of to eat, sleep or anything else! ~Cathy Jeppson
Hogan cleverly created characters with detail, who are both relatable and grounded. ~ the bookstalker
It’s a thriller that reminded me of a mix between Gone in 60 Seconds and the Gallagher Girls books ~Canda Mortensen
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They nodded and giggled. Was I following the wrong girls? I wished I
could consult Jeremy, but he’d never come back after the argument with
Halluis. I had to go with the intel I had, and that was that the girls
were involved with something tonight, something more than a dance. I’d
just have to trust my gut and follow through with the plan. I’d figure
out what to do about the dance when the time came. For now, I needed to
plant the trackers.
I pretended to lose my balance on the
train when it took a curve, and I plopped the flat locator bug onto
Gina’s sleeve, then pressed a listening device on Karina’s collar. They
both screamed and squealed, standing up and brushing themselves off as I
stumbled away. Laron made his way over to them, so I hurried into the
next car.
I sat in the train car next to theirs, body hunched
over, earpiece in, listening to the two girls talk about how disgusting
it was to get groped by some bum and lamenting the fact that they had to
ride the subway at night to the school. That would suck. Most kids
would find a ride in a taxi or with someone who owned a car, especially
at an expensive school like Bell. I opened the GPS function on my watch
and made sure that the locator I’d put on Gina was transmitting. A
purple dot flashed hot on the screen. They were mine.


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