The winds were howling out of the Northeast as the sport boat pitched and rolled in the angry sea. The driving rain went unnoticed as the waves crashed over the bow and top of the cabin. Radar and GPS saw what human eyes could not.

Cornered, Will punted. He had worked in a cut-throat world long enough to know that he would get the ball back and score.

The emotional rollercoaster she was riding was taking another downhill run.

A lone, dark-skinned foreigner would raise a red flag. The cops would never admit to racial profiling, but it is real in this lily-white neighborhood.