CHRIS STEDMAN CAREFULLY MANOEUVRED his Silverado along the Valley River Gorge Road far enough behind Edward so as not to be detected. After glancing at his watch, he swore under his breath and wished that he was home enjoying dinner and watching a movie on Moviepix rather than following this asshole. He wiped away the rivulets of sweat from his forehead with his forearm.

His dark complexion had a blue teardrop tattoo inscribed under his right eye, and he was proud of it. He had earned it by killing...