Chapter 6
Thursday
As he did every morning, DEA Agent Jacob Wilford rose at five a.m. sharp and slipped quietly out of bed so he would not disturb his wife. He crept stealthily into the bathroom, where he changed into his running gear before he left the bedroom.
And just as he had every morning for the last five years, he did some light stretching in the pre-dawn stillness of his home’s front foyer.
Once he felt sufficiently loose, he opened his door, stepped out, locked it behind him, and pocketed the single silver key in a specially made pouch of the reflective safety vest that he had added to his outfit.
Jacob pressed a button on the side of his watch to activate a timer as he walked to the end of his driveway, and when the readout cleared to zero, he released the button and starte
