The Devil's Trumpet

She stepped outside for air. When she came back, the safe house was gone.

Not burning. Not smoking. Gone—obliterated in a blast so powerful it left nothing but ash and rubble. Everyone inside, dead. The FBI agents guarding her. The marshals who promised she'd be safe. All of them, incinerated.

Dr. Luka Sims should have died with them. Instead, she's running. Alone in the Virginia wilderness with forty dollars, no phone, and a secret in her head worth killing for. The asthma drug she helped de...