Chapter 1: The Clipboard Was Already On The Sale Table The sign-in sheet was clipped to a board on the folding table beside the barn before Mark Harris knew anyone had been invited. FINAL ESTATE SALE SIGN-IN. He stood with a feed bucket in one hand and a bent gate latch in the other, staring…
Chapter 1: The Crew Was Already Pulling The Ramp Apart The first screw hit the gravel before David Garcia reached the gate. It bounced once near an orange cone, bright and small against the wet gray stones, and then disappeared under the boot of a worker kneeling beside the half-built ramp. The worker had a…
Chapter 1: The Man Who Ordered Two Coffees Every Morning The champagne cork struck the diner window hard enough to make three customers duck. It bounced off the glass above Raymond Moore’s booth and rolled beneath a table, leaving a wet fleck of foam on the window. Outside, a broad-shouldered man in a fitted black…
Chapter 1: The Warning Beneath the Artillery Thunder The suspended shell shuddered before the engine sound changed. It was no more than an inch of movement, a heavy practice round trembling in the loader’s steel cradle, but Jonathan Lewis stopped with one boot inside the yellow maintenance line. Around him, the loading zone kept moving….
Chapter 1: The Medal Beneath the Counter Glass Robert Davis caught himself against the hood of his car before his knees reached the pavement. The metal was already hot beneath his palm. For several seconds he stood bent over it, breathing through his nose while the crowded flea market shifted beyond the chain-link fence: folding…
Chapter 1: The Bag Gregory Kicked Across the Concrete Gregory Moore’s boot caught the side of Maria Flores’s gear bag and sent it skidding beneath the premium firing benches. The canvas scraped across the concrete, struck a metal leg, and collapsed on its side. A pair of visiting children stopped near the family-support tent. Their…
Chapter 1: The Headstone Standing Over the Wrong Number George Harris stopped with his hand resting on the cold marble. The name was right. The number beneath it was not. He lowered the flashlight until its narrow beam reached the small metal plate half buried in wet soil at the base of the headstone. Mud…
Chapter 1: The Soldier Sent Behind Her Own Invitation Lieutenant Brandon Davis’s forearm struck the air in front of Christine Torres before her second boot crossed the painted entrance line. “Back of the formation, soldier.” Christine stopped so sharply that the battered gear bag on her shoulder swung against her injured leg. Pain climbed from…
Chapter 1: The Lieutenant Kicked Her Shooting Mat The boot struck Katherine Walker’s shooting mat while her right eye was still aligned behind the SR-25’s optic. The jolt shifted the rifle half an inch across the packed floor of the sniper hide. Katherine lifted her cheek from the stock before the movement could carry her…
Chapter 1: The Bag That Landed in the Mud Richard Perez’s gear bag struck the training yard before the armory clerk finished calling his name. The canvas case hit on one corner, rolled through a shallow rut, and split open in the mud. A folded undershirt slid beneath the rain. A cleaning kit bounced against…