CHAPTER 1 The tires of the unmarked sedan crunched over the gravel driveway. Deacon stood on the wrap-around porch of the farmhouse, his arms crossed over his chest. He was a massive man. Faded tattoos crawled up…
Chapter 1: The Drop That Started a War My knees were already screaming at me, and it wasn’t even noon yet. I’m sixty-eight years old. I’ve been slinging hash at Sal’s Highway Stop off I-95 for forty of those year…
Chapter 1: The Ghost in the Copper The Allegheny County Emergency Communications Center always smells the same at three in the morning: burnt coffee, the ozone of a hundred humming servers, and the damp, heavy sce…
