Mitch sat in his Explorer and watched the search teams and search dogsdisperse. Was that so wrong, or was it just against the rules?He took his position behind the altar. At least I'd die warm. She was exhausted-physically, emotionally.
Gunshots answered the question for him-three quick rounds that sent himdiving for cover behind a fat spruce tree. The tragic tale of Mitchell Holt, soldier for justice, his lifeshattered by a random act of violence. He wanted to be out in thefield, where the television cameras could capture the grieving father inaction. She hadn't beensleeping long or well when the call had come.
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