The Program

Title Page......Page 3
Contents......Page 8
Prologue To the bemusement of the tourists and a third-grade class.........Page 12
One Dray walked briskly through the kitchen and entry, wiping barbecue.........Page 16
Two Tim strode down the hall leading to the marshal’s office,.........Page 27
Three Tim worked the phone on the drive up the coast,.........Page 34
Four As soon as Tim entered Haines Hall on UCLA’s North.........Page 41
Five The institute’s bleached tile, white walls, and the antiseptic chill.........Page 49
Six The comm center, buried in Cell Block on the third.........Page 52
Seven When Tim arrived home, Dray wasn’t at the kitchen table.........Page 58
Eight The insistent bleating of the cell phone pulled Tim from.........Page 61
Nine Leah opened her eyes and felt a flutter of anxiety,.........Page 70
Ten When Tim woke up half an hour later, Dray was.........Page 74
Eleven Leah spent the morning polishing the Teacher’s shoes with another.........Page 82
Twelve Fully tacked up with vests and ballistic helmets, Denley and.........Page 89
Thirteen The dashboard of the Acura rattled when Tim hit eighty.........Page 91
Fourteen Tim asked Dray to join him for his six o’clock.........Page 100
Fifteen In the back of the Growth Hall, Stanley John was.........Page 106
Sixteen When Tim and Dray got back from their morning run,.........Page 119
Seventeen A stack of hundreds money-clipped around a farrago of false.........Page 123
Eighteen It’s in a Radisson, Bear. How sinister can something in.........Page 128
Nineteen When she finished this time, TD stroked her hair. “There,.........Page 133
Twenty Wedged between a smoggy run of Sepulveda and perpetual traffic.........Page 135
Twenty-One Driving home in the sunrise, Tim struggled to keep from.........Page 165
Twenty-Two I have an agenda. Senator Feinstein has an agenda. Will.........Page 170
Twenty-Three Janie shook her awake. “Guess what? Guess what?”......Page 180
Twenty-Four Weapons of influence.” Bederman settled into an outmoded armchair. “They’ve.........Page 186
Twenty-Five Greeting him at the Hennings’ front door was a bodybuilder.........Page 191
Twenty-Six When Tim entered the house from the garage, smoke was.........Page 196
Twenty-Seven You ever think about how our cells die, every minute.........Page 197
Twenty-Eight Tim moved with small groups or large contingents, but never.........Page 208
Twenty-Nine Despite the downpour, Tim loitered outside his cottage, noting the.........Page 218
Thirty Along with the light-headedness, his exhaustion helped lower Tim’s inhibitions.......Page 225
Thirty-One Arms crossed over his knees, Lorraine’s bobby pin pinched between.........Page 233
Thirty-Two Leah had been too agitated to sleep. She’d risen with.........Page 243
Thirty-Three Wendy confronted the stack of legal documents before her. “I.........Page 249
Thirty-Four Entering from the garage, Tim found Dray at the kitchen.........Page 254
Thirty-Five Freed’s Porsche dripped oil in Tannino’s driveway, parked beside the.........Page 261
Thirty-Six Walking down the hall, Tim could hear the murmur of.........Page 267
Thirty-Seven Leah left another check-in message for TD and went straight.........Page 275
Thirty-Eight For a rail-thin postal inspector, Owen B. Rutherford was surprisingly intimidating.......Page 281
Thirty-Nine The dusty motel room seemed emptier without the Hennings. Dray.........Page 283
Forty Pants loosed around her hips, Dray lay sprawled on the.........Page 288
Forty-One The phone rang at six-thirty, jerking Tim from a deep.........Page 291
Forty-Two Through the welcoming fanfare, through the full-body hugs and Skate’s.........Page 293
Forty-Three Though the storm had quieted, the sky stayed murky, like.........Page 295
Forty-Four Stretched shivering beneath two sheets, Leah lay on Tim’s bed,.........Page 298
Forty-Five Sunday passed in slow motion. Since Dray didn’t have a.........Page 307
Forty-Six At 7:12 P.M. Dray snatched the phone off the hook.........Page 313
Forty-Seven The sterile light felt like pins sticking in his eyes.......Page 321
Forty-Eight While Dray showered, Tim hobbled around the living room, focusing.........Page 329
Forty-Nine The service elevator dinged open, and Tim and Reggie stepped.........Page 334
Fifty The Blazer pulled through the Hidden Hills gate right behind.........Page 348
Fifty-One While Tim went out of his mind with impatience, Winston........Page 350
Fifty-Two The marshal screeched over on the side of Little Tujunga.........Page 353
Acknowledgments......Page 368
About the Author......Page 371
Also by Gregg Hurwitz......Page 372
Credits......Page 373
Cover......Page 1
Copyright......Page 374
About the Publisher......Page 375