Braving The Emerald Wasp (Trey Stone Book 2)

Trey Stone is back and the situation is dire!

Conrad Brasso comes storming back with an action-packed sequel to his great-selling first book!

There’s not much that can pull Trey and his family back into the action after they’ve been carefully put into protective custody. But when the granddaughter of the former President of the United States joins her soccer team for an international tournament of goodwill, the young girls make a perfect target for one of the most sinister trafficking rings in the world.

From Botswana to Libya and Washington D.C. to Rome, Agent Stone and his talented team of operatives have a job to do that requires them to be on high alert. But how does a spectacularly beautiful escort threaten to burn everything down, especially when she’s been found already dead in a back alley of Koreatown?

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Braving the Emerald Wasp is the second book in Brasso’s fiery CIA Thriller series.

The thing in his brain intruded again with increased urgency, and then he became instantly aware. Danger suddenly screamed in his head. Without moving, he took in the details of his peripheral vision. Two shadowy figures were creeping towards him along the walls of the alley from the direction he’d come. He caught a brief glint of light from the guns in their hands. His heart still begged him to stay. His brain told him to flee. But his legs were already moving, lifting him straight into another desperate sprint. A deadly flurry of bullets cracked into the night air around him, snapping past his head, embedding themselves in walls, and skipping off pavement. He spied a back door slightly ajar—dashed inside and slammed it shut. Korean barbeque was thick in the air as he leaned his shoulder against the heavy metal door and fumbled with the deadbolt. Finally, he managed to slam the cylinder barrel into place, and darted down a hallway.