Phillip Margolin

David Nash could see the storm clouds closing in on Portland from his office on the thirty-second floor of the First National Bank Tower. The rain would be a welcome relief from the June heat. The first large drops started falling on the river. David watched for a while, then turned his back to the...

Het was ochtend in de woestijn. Vanaf de achterbank van de politieauto keek ik naar de zonsopkomst. De horizon was roodgekleurd en ik moest aan een oud gezegde den-ken: 'Avondlicht, haven in zicht. Morgenrood, schipper in nood'. Ik hoopte dat die spreuk geen waarheid bevatte, of althans dat hij...

CHAPTER ONE1On the day the gods chose for his destruction, Peter Hale ate his breakfast on the terrace of his condominium. The sun was just beginning its ascent above the city of Portland and a blood-red aura surrounded the flat, black silhouette of Mount Hood. The dark metropolis looked like an...