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P R I M A R Y   V A L O R

(THE FORGING OF LUKE STONE—BOOK 5)

J A C K   M A R S

Jack Mars

 

Jack Mars is the USA Today bestsellingauthor of the LUKE STONE thriller series, which includes seven books. He isalso the author of the new FORGING OF LUKE STONE prequel series, comprising sixbooks; and of the AGENT ZERO spy thriller series, comprising twelve books.

ANYMEANS NECESSARY (a Luke Stone Thriller—Book #1) and AGENTZERO (An Agent Zero Spy Thriller—Book #1) are both available as free downloadson Amazon!

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BOOKS BY JACK MARS

 

LUKE STONE THRILLERSERIES

ANY MEANS NECESSARY (Book#1)

OATH OF OFFICE (Book #2)

SITUATION ROOM (Book #3)

OPPOSE ANY FOE (Book #4)

PRESIDENT ELECT (Book #5)

OUR SACRED HONOR (Book #6)

HOUSE DIVIDED (Book #7)

FORGING OF LUKE STONEPREQUEL SERIES

PRIMARY TARGET (Book #1)

PRIMARY COMMAND (Book #2)

PRIMARY THREAT (Book #3)

PRIMARY GLORY (Book #4)

PRIMARY VALOR (Book #5)

PRIMARY DUTY (Book #6)

AN AGENT ZERO SPYTHRILLER SERIES

AGENT ZERO (Book #1)

TARGET ZERO (Book #2)

HUNTING ZERO (Book #3)

TRAPPING ZERO (Book #4)

FILE ZERO (Book #5)

RECALL ZERO (Book #6)

ASSASSIN ZERO (Book #7)

DECOY ZERO (Book #8)

CHASING ZERO (Book #9)

VENGEANCE ZERO (Book #10)

ZERO ZERO (Book #11)

ABSOLUTE ZERO (Book #12)

 

CONTENTS

 

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTERELEVEN

CHAPTERTWELVE

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

CHAPTERNINETEEN

CHAPTERTWENTY

CHAPTERTWENTY ONE

CHAPTERTWENTY TWO

CHAPTERTWENTY THREE

CHAPTERTWENTY FOUR

CHAPTERTWENTY FIVE

CHAPTERTWENTY SIX

CHAPTERTWENTY SEVEN

CHAPTERTWENTY EIGHT

CHAPTERTWENTY NINE

CHAPTERTHIRTY

CHAPTERTHIRTY ONE

CHAPTERTHIRTY TWO

CHAPTERTHIRTY THREE

CHAPTERTHIRTY FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTYFIVE

CHAPTERTHIRTY SIX

CHAPTERTHIRTY SEVEN

CHAPTERTHIRTY EIGHT

CHAPTERTHIRTY NINE

CHAPTER FORTY

CHAPTER FORTYONE

CHAPTER FORTYTWO

CHAPTER FORTYTHREE

CHAPTER FORTYFOUR

CHAPTER FORTYFIVE

CHAPTER FORTYSIX

CHAPTER FORTYSEVEN

CHAPTER FORTYEIGHT

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

March 24, 2006

12:05 a.m. Eastern Standard Time

Wrightsville Beach

North Carolina

Charlotte was drunk on the beach.

She was sixteen years old, and shehad slipped out of her mom’s house to come to this party. It was clever, anddaring, the way she did it. It went like this:

She had told her mom, and her mom’sboyfriend Jeff, that she was tired and was going to bed early. She said she hadan exam in the morning. Tomorrow was Friday, a school day. The test was inWorld History. It was a hard class.

There was no test, of course.

Her mom would be up and off towork early. Jeff was rich, didn’t seem to work at all and never got up beforenoon. When Charlotte left, the two of them were watching a movie in the TVroom, like they often did.

Charlotte locked the knob on herbedroom door, then pulled it shut behind her as she entered the hall. She hadstashed a bookbag with her party clothes in the garage. She quietly slippedpast the TV room, into the laundry room, then out into the silent three-cargarage. If they happened to catch her, she was dressed in sweatpants and a HelloKitty T-shirt—she was going to bed, but had wandered down to the laundry roomto look for some socks she was missing. And wouldn’t you know it? She hadlocked herself out of her bedroom!

But it didn’t come to that. Instead,she moved through the garage.

Mom’s white Volvo was there. Jeff’sBMW convertible and his classic old Hudson from the 1940s were there. Jeff wentcrazy if someone touched that car. He drove it like once a year to show off.

Charlotte picked up her bag andwent to the side door of the garage. Her heart skipped a beat. She had pulledthis off a few times before, but she was still nervous. There was a stonewalkway out there, flanked by bushes and leading around to the front of thehouse. Her mom never set the house alarm until she was going to bed. A lot oftimes she forgot to set it at all.

Charlotte took a deep breath, wentthrough the door, closed it carefully behind her, and she was outside thehouse. Her friend Taylor was waiting for her three blocks away. The party wasat Taylor’s house on the beach. Taylor was eighteen, and had graduated lastyear. Taylor’s parents were away in the Bahamas.

Taylor would drop Charlotte off atschool tomorrow morning like none of this had ever happened. When Charlotte gothome in the afternoon, she would tell Jeff she accidentally locked herself outof her room again, and he would open the lock with a screwdriver. Charlotte wasa little spacey like that—she locked herself out of her room sometimes.

Now, on the beach, she breathedthe cool night air.

Rob was a little bit ahead of her,laughing and shouting about something. The waves were crashing, drowning outwhat he was saying. There must be a storm at sea, the waves were so big.

Behind them, what seemed like allthe lights were on at Taylor’s mansion. The pool area was lit up. There wereonly about ten kids at the party—it was a school night, after all—but Taylorliked to do things big. The music was booming. Charlotte could no longer makeout the songs, but she could still hear the rumble of the bass.

Her head was spinning withsensations. Two vodka tonics. Taylor poured them heavy. The cold air—the chillwas reaching her now. She had just climbed out of the hot tub, and was wearingonly a bikini with a plush towel wrapped around her. The freedom of being out,the freedom of having a friend