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Finn wouldn’t have a second opportunity to pry open doubt or desperation, or to gain a few seconds of leeway. The man was a surgeon: he knew how to focus under stress. He wouldn’t react the same way twice.

As he turned away from Boone, he shifted his weight to the right while whipping the belt off his arm, then launched into a counterclockwise spin on the opposite foot, gripping onto the tongue end of the belt and flinging it like a bullwhip. 

She felt the tiny hairs on her forearms and the nape of her neck standing erect, quivering like a porcupine’s quills.

Just one task to finish before he left.  Wouldn’t take but two minutes. 

They threw suspicion on Finn as the massacre mastermind, got him shipped home to take the fall. Then killed Kennedy.

Until that summer, the childhood event in the Snake River cabin gun closet had been sealed in a time capsule somewhere deep in his neurology, shut in and cauterized to keep it from infecting the rest of the organism. It had been explained to him by the same navy psychologist who taught him the term “lacunar amnesia.” 

Finn didn’t need to drive around the country. He was pretty sure his business was all right here in the capital city. A quarter percent of the country’s landmass, roughly ten miles by ten miles. About the size of Fort Wayne, Indiana, with less than half the population. 

Gunnar slipped out of his family’s townhouse and closed the front door, soft as a spy. He wasn’t supposed to be out there on his own, but his parents

First of a series of Sunday excerpts from the thriller COLD FEAR, by Brandon Webb and John David Mann, this passage is the prologue that opens the book. #