The book sat on the kitchen table like a coiled snake. Leather-bound. Heavy. Filled with names that could destroy lives. Or save them.
Cole stared at it over his coffee. The sun was rising over the fields. Pink. Orange. Gold. Beautiful. Deceiving.
Evelyn walked in. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"You've been up all night."
"Couldn't sleep."
"Same dream?"
He shook his head. "No dream. Just the names. All of them."
She sat across from him. "How many?"
"Forty-seven. Operatives. Money men. Politicians. Judges." He opened the book. Ran his finger down a page. "All connected to Arthur Vance. All still out there."
"Then we find them."
"One by one."
Clark came downstairs. He was already dressed. Boots. Jacket.
"I made calls. Six people. Former military. All clean. They'll be here by n
