The Mark (A Henry Parker Novel, 1)

Right as I'm about to die, I realize all the mythsare fake. There's no white light at the end of atunnel. My life isn't flashing before my eyes.

All I can think about is how much I want to live.

I moved to New York City a month ago to become the bestjournalist the world had ever seen. To find the greatest storiesnever told. And now here I am—Henry Parker, twenty-fouryears old and weary beyond rational thought, a bullet onetrigger pull from ending my life.

I can't run. Running is all Amanda and I have done for thepast seventy-two hours. And I'm tired. Tired of knowing thetruth and not being able to tell it.

Five minutes ago I thought I had the story all figured out.

I knew that both of these men—one an FBI agent, the otheran assassin—wanted me dead, but for very different reasons.

If I die tonight—more people will die tomorrow.