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PROLOGUE

A thunderous rap on her front door jerked Dr. Reyna Peterson’s attention from the letter she’d been reading seconds earlier. Her heart slammed against her chest at the ominous tone of the knock. It was almost eleven at night and she wasn’t expecting company so late.

The pounding grew louder and more demanding. Whoever was out there wasn’t going away. Reyna shoved the letter into the pocket of her robe, flipped on the outside light and inched the curtains apart. Three extremely menacing-looking men dressed in suits stood on her front porch. She didn’t recognize any of them.

If it weren’t for the unsettling contents of Eddie’s letter warning her this moment might come, Reyna might not have thought anything unusual about the men on her porch. But now, coupled with the events leading up to her husband’s death, she wasn’t so sure.

She glanced around the living room as the banging was followed by an angry voice, demanding, “Open the door, Dr. Peterson. Now. Federal agents.”

Don’t trust anyone from the government, Eddie had warned in the letter.

The door rattled in someone’s grasp. Were they going to break the door down? Her chest constricted with fear. Reyna grabbed the phone to call 9-1-1, but what the man said next had her ending the call before she placed it.

“This is about your husband, Dr. Peterson, and what he stole from his country. If you don’t want to be charged as a coconspirator to treason, I suggest you open the door.”

Every instinct inside of her warned against it, but in her heart she knew she had to find out what they were accusing Eddie of stealing, because she had a feeling she knew already.

“Please, Lord, protect me,” she whispered under her breath. Her fingers shook as she slowly unlocked the dead bolt. Before she could open the door, the men burst inside without invitation. The door hit Reyna in the shoulder and sent her stumbling backward. She almost lost her footing.

Now she was truly terrified. Three strange men were in her house and she was alone.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just barge in here without invitation—”

“We can,” interrupted the man who had spoken earlier. He was obviously the leader.

“Who are you?” Her voice wobbled over every syllable. Truth be told, she was shaking all over. Their intimidating stance petrified her and they were obviously armed. She could see a gun tucked inside the leader’s jacket.

He dug in his pocket and pulled out a badge. “Agent Martin. Intelligence.” He flashed it briefly in her face, but she was so rattled she didn’t have time to read his name much less verify the details he’d given her.

“It’s late, Agent Martin. Why are you here?”

He moved threateningly closer and into her personal space. Reyna took an involuntary step backward and the edge of his mouth quirked upward in obvious satisfaction. “I told you this is about your husband.”

“My husband is dead...”

Agent Martin’s steely glare showed no reaction. “Your husband is dead because of his allegiance to a terrorist organization. Your husband was a traitor.”

His words struck like blows. “That’s not true!” she exclaimed.

The smug grin on Agent Martin’s face confirmed he had something to back up those words. “I assure you it is. Peterson took a laptop containing highly confidential government documents and we want it back.”

He motioned to the two men with him and they began searching the room, tossing her personal possessions everywhere.

Reyna couldn’t believe what was happening. “What are you doing? You have no right to search my home without my permission.”

The men continued with the search as if she hadn’t spoken.

“Not only do we have the right to search your house and confiscate anything suspicious, we also have the authority to take you into custody without giving you so much as the privilege of a phone call if you don’t cooperate. Do you want to be charged as a traitor?”

Reyna struggled to draw air into her lungs.

“Where’s the laptop, Dr. Peterson?” Agent Martin asked impatiently. “I’m sure your husband told you where he hid it. We need it now—otherwise, I can only assume you are as guilty as he.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But she did. Eddie’s letter had detailed where she should go to find the laptop. It had been by God’s hand that she’d received the letter from Eddie’s father that very afternoon. Ed Sr. told her he’d found it tucked away in a drawer with a note informing him to send it to Reyna if something were to happen to Eddie.

Agent Martin practically snarled at her in response as the two men rejoined them once more. They shook their heads.

Martin moved closer, inches from her face, his eyes seething with anger. “Enough games. Tell me where it is, Doctor. I’d hate to have to haul you in to make you talk. We have ways of getting information out of people and I promise you won’t like it.”

She shivered at his all-out threat. He wasn’t even trying to hide it now.

“Believe me, Doctor, these charges are real, and you’re going to want to get in front of them if you ever hope to have the chance at seeing the light of day outside of a prison cell.”

As she looked up at him, Reyna realized she didn’t trust anything he said. There was more going on here than what Agent Martin was telling her.

“I don’t have a laptop and you’re wrong about my husband. Eddie wasn’t a traitor. He loved his country...” She stopped when the two men came and stood behind her. She could feel their hot breath on her neck. They were going to arrest her.

“You’re lying.” Agent Martin surmised as he continued to pin her with his gaze.

Reyna lifted her chin. “No, I’m not.” Her fingers rested on the letter in her pocket, confirming that Eddie did at one time possess the laptop in question. If they searched her and found it, they’d make good on their promises and she might never have the chance to prove her husband’s innocence. “I know my rights, Agent Martin, and I happen to still have friends at the CIA. They’ll come looking for me. You can’t arrest me without charging me.” She silently prayed he didn’t call her bluff. After a handful of seconds ticked by in a silent standoff, Agent Martin finally nodded to the two men behind her and they strode over to the door.

“You have two days to bring us the laptop, Doctor. Otherwise, we’ll be back and you’ll face the consequences. Serving a life sentence for treason will be the least of your worries.”

Agent Martin slammed the door behind him and Reyna rushed over and slid the dead bolt back into place. She slumped against the door and onto the floor, her legs no longer able to support her.

After she drew in a handful of calming breaths, she could think clearly once more. She needed help. The type of help Eddie had explained in his letter. If anything happens to me—if they come for you and threaten you—go to Defiance, Colorado. Find my former colleague, Jase Bradford.

But finding Jase Bradford was going to prove a near impossible task since he’d supposedly died from his battle injuries three years earlier—in spite of Eddie’s insistence that Jase wasn’t actually dead.

Reyna killed the lights, crawled over to the window and glanced outside. A black Suburban was parked down the street from her house. They weren’t leaving. They were going to watch and see if she led them to the laptop. She couldn’t let that happen.

She got to her feet and raced to her bedroom. Taking down her old suitcase, she threw as much stuff as she could fit into it and then slipped out the back door. She didn’t dare risk using her vehicle. They’d be looking for it. She’d have to borrow her neighbor and good friend Sara Dawson’s car if she stood any chance of staying out of prison long enough to retrieve the laptop and find Jase Bradford.

As Reyna walked out into the humid Texas night, it scared the daylights out of her to think that she was risking her freedom, if not her life, on locating a man who the entire world believed was dead.