Chapter 9

The air was thick with the acrid stench of cordite and pulverized concrete. Bullets tore through the fog, chewing up the asphalt mere inches from Nora’s boots.

"Move! Now!" Silas bellowed, his voice cutting through the deafening roar of automatic weapons. He leaned out from behind the s

Chapter 10

The grand doors of the Federal District Courtroom were made of solid, polished mahogany, standing twelve feet high and reinforced with brass fittings. To Nora, they looked like the gates of hell.

She stood in the marble corridor, the ambient noise of reporters and federal marshals buzz

Chapter 11

The gavel slammed down, echoing like a gunshot through the cavernous courtroom.

"Order! I will have order in this tribunal!" Judge Caldwell bellowed, his face flushed. The gallery was in an absolute uproar, reporters whispering frantically, federal observers murmuring, and the jury of