Wayne Jenkins had been pushing the same broom down the same marble corridor for twenty years. He didn't mind. The Hart Senate Building was quiet in the early hours—just the dry rasp of bristles and…
The church was full. Four hundred people. White peonies on every pew. My father's favorite hymn playing softly from the organ. James was already at the altar when I started walking. He was smiling. He…
Ray "Hammer" Dawson was the kind of man crowds moved aside for without knowing why. Six-foot-four, 285 pounds, ravens tattooed from his wrists to his collar, and a black leather cut worn soft from twenty…
The morning rush was all noise and cold air. Richard Coleman stepped out of his black SUV in front of the glass tower he owned and straightened his cuffs. Fifty-three floors of his name on…
The scratched black flash drive sat in my jacket pocket like a live grenade. My name is Leo Vance. On paper, twenty-one years old, scholarship student, Easton University — the kind of ivy-draped New England…
The crystal chandelier above Michael Anderson's head threw gold light across two hundred guests, and not one of them noticed the boy. Not at first. The hall was everything money could buy — long white…
The divorce papers shook in my hands. But the real tremor was coming from Evan. Not visibly. My husband of seven years stood in the doorway of our living room, shoulders relaxed, mouth pressed into…
The sound was small and final—one clean tear, then another. Vanessa held both halves of my passport between polished fingers, then let them fall into the gray airport trash can like she was dropping a…
Evelyn Ross pressed her navy dress the morning she drove to Coronado. She'd worn it to Michael's memorial. The hem had been repaired twice. She almost bought something new, then counted the bills in her…
Terminal C was running like a machine that didn't care what it crushed. Ethan Brooks had learned to be invisible. At twenty, he'd figured out that a maintenance uniform was basically a cloaking device. People…
