TITLE: The Gray Line
Trent Argent discovers a plot to destroy Boston and jumpstart Armageddon, orchestrated by an Afghan nomad in league with U.S. government officials who believe the biblical Rapture is imminent. He stumbles through a maze of lies, tangled loyalties, and betrayal in a desperate bid to save the world he knows and the woman he loves. But he can't save them both....
Trent ignored the streaks of mud and bug-splatter that smeared the windshield, casually dodging a donkey cart and accelerating around a garishly decorated truck spewing smoke as it chugged its way toward Kandahar. A small boy carrying bread darted out from the left, just as a burka-covered woman ventured hesitantly out from the right. Trent froze them with a horn blast and weaved between them. He smiled as he thought of how Gayle, his favorite BBC correspondent (and so much more), described navigating traffic in Afghan garb: “It’s like trying to cross a bloody eight-lane highway while looking through a kaleidoscope!”
A dog wandered onto the road. Trent tapped the brakes and swerved to the left. The dog froze and then darted to the left, directly in his new path. He braked harder and swung back to the right, just as the dog decided it would be safer to scamper back. He pulled harder to the right, and the wheels rode along the very edge of the shoulder, inches from a deep ditch. The dog dodged left again, and the Toyota just slipped past him, teetering on the edge of the road. Trent held the wheel hard and turned it to the left in tiny increments, pulling them back onto the road, where he brought the vehicle to a stop and lowered his head onto the steering wheel.
“Hey, good driving, man,” said Massimo, his fellow UN field Officer.
“Yes,” agreed their translator, Haider, “but you missed the dog.”