Publisher's Synopsis
Agent Paulson patiently waits behind the wheel of his car on Broadway Avenue North. The house marked 501 is about a block down the street. It is a quiet night, nothing out of the normal except for the police officers staking out the place. His cell rings.
"We got a white male, approximately six feet tall, stepping out of a gray Range Rover, looking around as if he's expecting someone," a voice says. "He's armed."
Agent Paulson thinks: If they stop him now they can't prove he did anything tonight, but maybe they'll prevent another killing.
"Let it play," he asserts.
