Kelly’s Justice. I lived in Vanuatu, South Pacific, for 9 years and loved setting my book there.
Blurb: Kelly normally needs no help solving international security problems, but when someone from her past damages her reputation and threatens her life, she needs assistance. Joining forces with her old friend from the Australian army, now an expert on South Pacific politics, they destroy an island drug cartel and rescue kidnapped teenagers. https://books2read.com/SuziLoveKellysJustice
Excerpt
Kelly and Grant went into the kidnappers compound first, as they both spoke a reasonable amount of Bislama, the local Pidgin, plus conversational French. Before independence, Vanuatu had been a condominium, shared by both Britain and France. The locals referred to it as pandemonium as both languages were spoken and street signage was in both languages and most locals spoke a variety of languages. Foreigners who didn’t speak any of languages stood out. Luckily, Kelly and Grant could competently converse with most of the people they encountered.
When Grant threw an arm across her shoulders, she stiffened, but he grinned. “Gotta look the part, sweetlips. Think we’re being watched.”
She fake smiled while she poked him in the ribs. “Yes, Pookie. Two either side of the shed. One on left armed. Can’t see weapons on others.”
Grant squeezed her shoulder. “Play tourist as long as we can. Then you take right and I’ll go left.”
“Big generator on left. Too big for normal farm.” She looked up at him adoringly and gave him another sickly-sweet smile while sliding her hand to the pistol in her holster. The loose peasant blouse she’d worn over her training singlet hid the bullet proof vest and her Glock. She turned slightly towards Grant, giving him time to slide out his own pistol and hold it behind his back.
As they took more steps towards the shed, the men standing guard in front straightened and went on alert. Kelly lifted a hand, gave a friendly smile, and said in English, “Hi, guys. Our car broke down and we wanted to use your telephone.”
Their expressions didn’t change so English wasn’t their first language. She greeted them again in Bislama, but still no reaction. Grant tried French. The men shifted on their feet, their expressions wary but, apart from the man on the far left, the men didn’t appear to have weapons. By their appearance, she guessed they were from Asia, possibly Indonesia.
Kelly made the universal sign by holding an invisible phone to her ear. “Phone,” she said.
“No phone.” He pointed down the dirt road. “You go.”
“Help,” a voice yelled from the shed.
All hell broke loose.
