PrologueSergeant Thomas O'Malley was tired. It was 5:30am and no matter how many times in so many years he'd been on the job he could not adjust to getting up so early. He drank his coffee, and, as usual it tasted like mud, or at least what he imagined mud tasted like. Thomas O'Malley dumped most of it into the sink and planned on picking up a cup at the deli as he did every morning. Damn, never could make a cup of coffee, he thought. Not like Mary…now Mary could make coffee!
For eighteen years, virtually every morning she came to his thoughts. Eighteen long years of tears and hurt he's endured since she left him after Thomas Jr disappeared. She blamed him for it, for everything, and who could blame her for believing that, he thought. The boy wanted to hunt, wanted to hunt with his dad mo
