American Terrorism
The community of Homestead, Arkansas, was like the other ten-thousand towns: one stoplight, a water tower, and a dozen fresh graves. The reporter was from New York City, and mistook his accent for ignorance; something she would regret. He stared at the hill, the church, and all the new headstones. "It's terrorism," he said, "American Terrorism, and it all began with that damned OxyContin."Graduating first in her class at Stanford Law, Mel Randle had panicked -- and ran. After a year as a small-town DA, she was back in San Francisco, among the self-centered and predictable. Resigned to a slow, corporate death, she met Laurel Fitzgerald Cavanaugh, a rich, eccentric widow, still a legend at the CIA. Her stories mesmerized the young attorney, luring her into the unimaginable -- a world of secrets and shadows.When a girl died of an opioid overdose, Joe Chandler, an ex-Army Ranger, attended the funeral-- then he got mad. Finding the sleazy doctor was easy. What he didn't expect was the cartel, or their beautiful attorney, the one who had broken his heart. Both were living a double life, and both would need a miracle. What they got -- was a second chance.