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      Praise for

      RICK MOFINA

      “A lightning-paced thriller with lean, tense writing … Mofina really knows how to make the story fly.”

      —Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author on A Perfect Grave

      “At full-throttle from the first page and doesn’t let up till the last.”

      —Linwood Barclay on Every Fear

      “A snappy action-packed, hard-to-put-down thriller.”

      —Daily Mail on The Dying Hour

      “Rick Mofina keeps you turning the pages with characters you care about, a believable plot and as many twists as it takes to keep the suspense at a high level until the shattering conclusion.”

      —Peter Robinson on The Dying Hour

      “It moves like a tornado”

      —James Patterson on Six Seconds

      “Grabs your gut—and your heart—in the opening scenes and never lets go.”

      —Jeffery Deaver on Six Seconds

      “Classic virtues but tomorrow’s subjects—everything we need from a great thriller.”

      —Lee Child on Six Seconds

       Also by Rick Mofina

      SIX SECONDS

       Jason Wade novels

      THE DYING HOUR

      EVERY FEAR

      PERFECT GRAVE

       A Jack Gannon novel

      VENGEANCE ROAD

       Coming soon from MIRA books

      THE PANIC ZONE

      vengeance

      road

      RICK MOFINA

       www.mirabooks.co.uk

      This book is for Barbara

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      Thank you, Amy Moore-Benson

      My thanks to the New York State Police.

      Thank you to Valerie Gray, Dianne Moggy, Catherine Burke and the excellent editorial, marketing, sales and PR teams at MIRA Books. As always, I am indebted to Wendy Dudley. I also thank my friends in the news business for their help and support; in particular, Sheldon Alberts, Washington Bureau Chief for CanWest News Service, Glen Miller, Metro, Juliet Williams, Associated Press, Sacramento, California, Bruce DeSilva and Vinnee Tong, Associated Press, New York. Also Lou Clancy, Eric Dawson, Jamie Portman, Mike Gillespie, colleagues past and present with the Calgary Herald, Ottawa Citizen, CanWest News, Canadian Press, Reuters, the Toronto Star, Globe and Mail and so many others.

      You know who you are.

      Thanks to Ginnie Roeglin, Tod Jones, David Fuller, Steve Fisher, Lorelle Gilpin, Sue Knowles, David Wright and everyone at The C.C. I am grateful to Pennie Clark Ianniciello, Shana Rawers, Wendi Wambolt and Melissa McMeekin.

      Very special thanks to Laura and Michael.

      Again, I am indebted to sales representatives, booksellers and librarians for putting my work in your hands. Which brings me to you, the reader—the most critical part of the entire enterprise.

      Thank you very much for your time, for without you, a book remains an untold tale. I hope you enjoyed the ride and will check out my earlier books while watching for my next one. I welcome your feedback. Drop by at www.rickmofina.com, subscribe to my newsletter and send me a note.

      I am the man that hath seen affliction

      by the rod of his wrath.

      He hath led me, and brought me into

      darkness, but not into light.

      Surely against me is he turned; he turneth

      his hand against me all the day.

       —Lamentations 3:1–3

      The evil that men do lives after them;

      The good is oft interred with their bones.

      —William Shakespeare

      Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene ii

      1

      The taxi crawled along a road that knifed into the night at Buffalo’s eastern edge.

      Its brakes squeaked as it halted at the fringe of a vast park.

      Jolene Peller gazed toward the woods then paid the driver.

      “This is where you want to be dropped off?” he asked.

      “Yes. Can you kill the meter and wait for me, please?”

      “I can’t, you’re my last fare. Gotta get the cab back.”

      “Please, I just have to find my friend.”

      The driver handed her a five in change, nodding to the pathway that twisted into darkness beyond the reach of his headlights.

      “You’re sure your friend’s down there?”

      “Yes, I need to get her home. She’s going through a rough time.”

      “It’s a beautiful park, but you know what some people do down there at night?”

      Jolene knew.

       But she was living another life then. If you could call it living.

      “Can’t you wait a bit?” Jolene asked.

      “Not on my time. Gotta get the cab back then start my vacation.”

      “Please.”

      “Look, miss, you seem nice. I’ll take you back now. I’ll give you a break on the fare because it’s on my way. But I ain’t waitin’ while you wander around looking for your problem. Stay or go? What’s it going to be?”

      Tonight was all Jolene had to do the right thing.

      “I have to stay,” she said.

      The driver gave her a suit-yourself shrug and Jolene got out. The taxi lumbered off, its red taillights disappearing, leaving her alone.

      She had to do this.

      As she walked along the path, she looked at the familiar twinkle of lights from the big suburban homes on the ridge that ringed the parkland half a mile off. When she found Bernice, they’d walk to a corner store then get a cab to Bernice’s apartment. Then Jolene could take another one to the terminal, claim her bags and catch a later bus.

      But not before she found Bernice.

      Not before she saved her.

      And tonight, for one brief moment, she thought she had.

      Less than an hour ago they were together in a downtown diner where Jolene had pleaded with her.

      “Honey, you’ve got to stop beating yourself up for things that were never your fault.”

      Tears rolled down Bernice’s face.

      “You’ve got to get yourself clean and finish college.”

      “It’s hard, Jo. So hard.”

      “I know, but you’ve got to pull yourself out of the life. If I can do it, you

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