Prologue
JUSTIN MASTERSON RUSHED up his drive, fumbling with the keys. The stupid light over the door didn’t kick on as he approached, making it twice as hard to find the front door key. His trembling,
sweating hands didn’t help any. He about screamed in frustration when the pile of keys dropped in a jangled mess onto the front stoop. Checking his voice at the last second, he instead vented his frustration at the doorbell.
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