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About Calculated Contagion (The Calculated Series: Book 2):
Dani Christensen is a vaccine researcher who has spent her career proving she is more than just the
daughter of the company's CEO. However, as her accomplishments in contagious disease research grow,
the wrong people begin to notice. When Dani is isolated from her colleagues at a well-regarded
conference in Europe, she is kidnapped and taken to an isolated camp in the Carpathian Mountains.
CIA officers Cam Mitchell and Tyler Scott are sent to observe a suspicious group of armed men in rural
Romania. When Cam sees Dani being brought into the camp against her will, he and his partner rescue
her and bring her safely back to the United States. The CIA initially believes Dani was kidnapped for
ransom, but they soon realize her kidnapper has followed her back to her lab. Now, the CIA must work
with their allies in the FBI to catch Dani’s kidnapper before he releases a potentially deadly contagion for
his own political gain.
Calculated Contagion is Book 2 in The Calculated Series. All books in The Calculated Series
may be enjoyed as standalone novels or as a series.
About K.T. Lee
K.T. Lee is a writer, mom and engineer who grew up on a steady diet of books from a wide variety of
genres. When K.T. began to write the kind of books she wanted to read, she mixed clever women and
the sciences with elements from thrillers (and a dash of romance) to create The Calculated Series.
Calculated Contagion Excerpt
Cam considered calling in to report on the situation but didn’t want to risk the satellite phone getting
detected or worse, getting orders to stand down. Instead, he wrote a quick note in the code he had
arranged prior to leaving. “Went to get fresh air at the cafe–” pausing to think of how to describe the
situation, he continued, “–stopped to get something on the way. –C.” That would have to do.
Cam placed the note in the GPS tracker black box that would be activated if he didn’t arrive at the
pick-up site, buried it in the loose dirt, grabbed his pack, and began to pick a path towards the
encampment. If all went well, the black box would remain dormant, the message would be unreadable within a week, and the box would degrade over the course of several months. And if he wasn’t able to
meet Tyler at the rendezvous point, the CIA would have a trail of bread crumbs to follow. He placed the
binoculars in his pack, threw it on his back and tightened down the straps.
Cam kept the sun at his back as he approached the camp from the back, near a cluster of tents where
he last saw the woman. The tents were spread out into a haphazard gathering rather than an organized
formation. Holes had been cut in the chain link fence so the men didn’t have to walk all the way to the
entrance to leave the fenced area. Nice. The place was definitely not inhabited by professionals. He
spotted the object of his search sitting outside of a tent with her hands in her lap, held together with zip
ties. Her face was smudged with dirt and streaked from tears running down her cheeks. Her hair was
dirty, with strands hanging loose from what was once a bun on the back of her head. However, she wore
no other marks of her trauma. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and he slowed his breathing to get it
under control. Running his hand along his prosthetic leg and finding no problems, he waited to make his
move. He had four hours until nightfall and would have to time his approach perfectly if they were both
going to get away from the camp alive.
Dani sat in the dirt outside the tent, desperation clawing at her as she tugged against the hard plastic
binding her hands. Whenever one of her captors looked at her, she tried to appear hopeless. That part was
easy. She didn’t understand the language being spoken but a translation wasn’t necessary to understand
that the longer she sat in this place, the less likely it would be that anyone would find her body. Think, she
chided herself, as she struggled in vain against the bonds that held her captive. Her kidnappers were a
nasty group and the one in charge of her, called Andrei, especially made her shiver. His eyes held no
kindness and she willed herself to find a way to use it to her advantage. Out of other ideas, she gestured as
if she had to use the restroom. While he might not care if she had to go, it would inconvenience him if she
made a mess near his tent. Perhaps if he led her out of the dense grouping of his allies, she could figure
out a way to escape. It wasn’t a very good chance, but it was probably the only one she would get. The
longer she waited, the more probable the unthinkable became.