About
Being a cop isn't easy. Just ask motorcycle patrolman Adam King, who has just been suspended following a shooting incident. Worse yet, he is unable to assist in the investigation into the stabbing of his childhood pal. Luckily, his brethren in the department have got his back. Is it fate, or divine intervention that sees him through the ordeal?
"Knifing through the gridlock at high speed, silently pushing his way past pedestrians, a motorcycle patrolman weaves his way to the scene. In one fluid motion he dismounts his bike and sprints toward the center of the action..."
"What's that saying about keeping your friends close..."Mundy says with a twinkle in his eye. "...and your enemies even closer?"
"The others form a circle around Johnny, as the doctors unplug him from life support. "Lord," the priest begins Last Rites. "We deliver unto You...Your faithful servant..."
HIGH SPEED SILENCE grips the reader tightly from the word GO, and never lets go.
"Knifing through the gridlock at high speed, silently pushing his way past pedestrians, a motorcycle patrolman weaves his way to the scene. In one fluid motion he dismounts his bike and sprints toward the center of the action..."
"What's that saying about keeping your friends close..."Mundy says with a twinkle in his eye. "...and your enemies even closer?"
"The others form a circle around Johnny, as the doctors unplug him from life support. "Lord," the priest begins Last Rites. "We deliver unto You...Your faithful servant..."
HIGH SPEED SILENCE grips the reader tightly from the word GO, and never lets go.