Hemlock Bay
Chapter One
Near the Plum River,
Maryland
It was a chilly day in late October. A stiff wind whipped the last colorful leaves off the trees. The sun was
shining down hard and bright on the dilapidated red barn that hadn't been painted in forty years. Streaks of
washed-out red were all that was left of the last paint job. There was no charm left, at all.
FBI Special Agent Dillon Savich eased around the side of the barn, his SIG Sauer in his right hand. It had
taken discipline and practice, but he'd learned to move so quietly that he could sneak up on a mouse. Three
agents, one of them his wife, were some twenty feet behind him, covering him, ready to fan out in any
direction necessary, all of them wearing Kevlar vests. A dozen more agents were slowly working their way
up the other side of the barn, their orders to wait for a signal from Savich. Sher ... read full excerpt from Hemlock Bay ebook
