CHAPTER ONE
June 6th
3:47 p.m.
Dewey Beach, Delaware
Luke Stone’s entire body trembled. He looked at his right hand, his g*n hand. He watched it shake as it rested on his thigh. He couldn’t get it to stop.
He felt nauseated, sick enough to vomit. The sun was moving west, and the brightness of it made him dizzy.
Go time was in thirteen minutes.
He sat in the driver’s seat of a black Mercedes M Series SUV, staring down the block at the house where his family might be. His wife, Rebecca, and his son, Gunner. His mind wanted to conjure images of them, but he wouldn’t allow it. They could be somewhere else. They could be dead. Their bodies could be chained to cinderblocks with heavy shipping chains, and rotting at the bottom of Chesapeake Bay. For a split second, he saw Rebecca’s hair mo
