As head of California’s task force on narcotics and organized crime, Brock Andrews has earned his reputation as a tough, no-nonsense law enforcement agent. With his hardball tactics and skillful handling of informants, his team has successfully brought down some of the country’s most violent and powerful criminals. But it’s Brock’s superior who’s about to become his greatest adversary. Her name: Alison Andrews, First Assistant United States Attorney . . . and Brock’s wife.
Publicly, Alison and Brock Andrews are a dynamic power couple at the pinnacle of federal law enforcement. Privately, their marriage is on the rocks. And the growing tension between them has only worsened with Alison’s release of Edward Nelson, the disgraced CIA employee and international arms dealer Brock arrested months earlier in the biggest bust of his career. What Brock doesn’t know is that Alison has recruited Nelson as her most important undercover operator in a plot to ensnare a ring of domestic terrorists smuggling arms overseas. Nelson, a master manipulator skilled at deadly games, has a plan of his own—to turn Alison’s undercover operation inside out, unleash a secret army of heavily armed militiamen, and target Washington’s high-powered political arena for a terrorist act of unparalleled proportions.
Nelson is once again number one on Brock’s most wanted list. But with Alison protecting him from arrest, the only way to get to him is through an informant Brock has taken into custody. And while crucial information from this secret source helps Brock put together the pieces of Nelson’s insidious plan, it lays open more questions—and even more disturbing possibilities, including Alison’s complicity in criminal activity. Soon, Brock finds himself deep in a morass of shifting loyalties, outright betrayals, and hidden agendas that leave him running out of trust—and time. One thing is certain. Each hour matters, as Brock sets a dramatic trap to capture Nelson . . . and stop a terrifying attack on the heart of the nation. But first, he has to uncover the most dangerous truth of all . . .
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About the Author
WILLIAM WOOD is the bestselling author of nine novels and one nonfiction book. As a deputy district attorney in California, he handled thousands of criminal cases and put on over 50 jury trials. Two of Wood’s novels have been produced as motion pictures, including Rampage, filmed by Academy Award winning director William Friedkin (The French Connection, The Exorcist, Rules of Engagement), and Broken Trust, filmed by Jane Fonda Films with the screenplay written by Joan Didion and her husband John Gregory Dunne. Wood’s books have been translated into several foreign languages including French, Spanish, Japanese, German, Greek, and Polish. He lives in Sacramento, California.
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The pier filled instantly with armed men and women shouting curt orders. The waters around the ship clogged with Coast Guard and Customs boats. Longshoremen paused, cranes in mid-swing, and gaped.
Jimmy bolted from the pier, joining groups overrunning the cargo ship, ATF, DEA, and FBI agents pouring up passageways, down to the holds. In the brainstorming sessions preceding the raid, Brock had reckoned that the ship’s crew wouldn’t fight. “They’re mules and union guys, so brush them aside if they try to help Nelson.”The bad boys were nowhere in sight, so gun out, Jimmy raced with his team down to the rearmost hold, where they had let Nelson load his lethal cargo. Let him think it was safe. Passageways went by in a blur, his adrenaline high as he charged up heavily repainted steel stairs, yelling at the stunned crew to stay back. Heads peered from cramped, steamy cabins. Quick images: a photo collage of tanned, naked women taped to a bulkhead, a large cage of squawking parakeets in one cabin, a man punched, cuffed, held down, when he made a sudden reach for his grease-stained khaki pants pocket. Up came a cheap cigar. Jimmy barely paused, moving on instinct, the ship’s layout gleaming in his mind. Thirty other agents swarmed busily around him and his people. He jumped down stairs, through narrow steel doorways. He sprinted into the last hold, loud, cracking gunshots bursting ahead of him.