Chapter One: The Face Of A Madman
A tap on my shoulder snapped me out of my daydream.
"FBI. We have a witness in the Unabom case. I need you to come with me."
My heart took a free fall inside my chest, pressing against my lungs, shortening my breath to a few jagged gulps. The Unabom case? But how had they tracked me down? I was merely trying to change planes on my way home after a long and exhausting case. I hadn't even noticed the clean-cut man in the dark blue suit. I must have passed right by him, searching for the gate number written in grease pencil on the face of my airline...