Jack & Jill
Chapter One
SAM HARRISON swung his agile body out of the silver blue Ford
Aerostar, which he had parked on Q Street in the Georgetown section
of Washington. Horror stories and games are popular for a good
reason, he was thinking as he locked the vehicle and set its alarm.
Not the comfortable sit-around-the-campfire horror tales and games
we used to cherish as kids, but the real-life horror stories that
are around us everywhere these days.
Now I'm living one myself. I'm about to become part of the horror.
How easy it is. How terribly, terribly easy to move past the edge
and into the darkness.
He had stalked and shadowed Daniel Fitzpatrick for two long weeks.
He'd done his job in New York City, London, Boston, and finally,
here in Washington, D.C. Tonight he was going to murder the United
States senator. In cold blood, execution-style. No one would be able
to figure out why. No one would have a clue that might matter later
on.
That was the first and most important rule of the game called Jack
and Jill.
In many ways this was a textbook celebrity-stalker pattern. He knew
it to be true as he took up his post ac ... read full excerpt from: Jack & Jill ebook
