Sacred Hart - A M Johnson - Bog

Sleep, it was luxury I didn't have. I could hear it then, in the dark light of night, in the dusky morning...The click of the trigger, the smell of her blood, the sound of the rain. I never thought I would see her again. She was a ghost. She was dead. When Maggie Wright pushed her way into my life, she brought the phantom with her, and I was helpless to her pull. Everything I had, all of it, had been taken from me ten years ago. I had nothing but the shirt on my back, the memories that still burned through my veins, and the regret I drowned in every day.I am Ryan Hartford...and I have nothing left to lose.