Jeans dirty and torn, tiny specks of maroon marring the denim, Jason Montgomery headed down the empty stretch of road, his footsteps muffled against the sand-swept asphalt. It was a night for judgment to be passed quick, brutal, and bloody. It was a night for sinners to flee their crimes. It was a night for hunters to stalk their prey. The nighttime sky was a blanket of darkness that devoured the scant moonlight. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission. Copyright © 2013 by Matthew and Tanya Acquaire
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