CHAPTER ONE
I jerked awake in my bed, drenched in sweat. Eight years had passed and I still had the dream. I was alive, Perkins wasn’t.
The room was a dark blur. My head was throbbing, and I blinked rapidly to clear my vision, but that didn’t work. I stared at the bedside clock and forced the numbers into focus. 0430 hours.
I flopped back on the bed and st…
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