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Homicide detective Jennifer Castle is faced with an impossible case—several people, including an unborn baby, have been killed by a weapon that couldn't possibly exist.

Michael Spinner is given the opportunity he has craved for many years—to travel back in time and kill the man who ruined his life. But things go horribly wrong when Jennifer Castle is put on the case. Jennifer is the one woman who can thwart his plans, the nexus of time-travel itself.

Irrevocably connected to time travel by the circumstances of her birth, Jennifer finds herself caught in a battle of wits against a vindictive killer from the future determined to destroy her. But if she gets in his way, will her death mean his own destruction?

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Roman and his Asian lackey stopped just short of the table. John inclined his head in greeting; but didn't make any attempt to ask after Roman's health or apologize for past mistakes. It wouldn't have done any good. Roman was the kind of man who'd blow someone away just for opening his mouth.

"You know," Roman said, his voice a hoarse rasp, "I could kill you now and no one would either notice or care."

"Not necessarily." John made a small slicing gesture. A bullet chunked into the oil soaked concrete in front of where Roman and his bodyguard stood. Roman didn't flinch, but the bodyguard, a gun already in his hand, dropped to a crouch, searching for the shooter. The man was fast, but not fast enough. "Sure you could kill me, but you'd never make it out of here alive."

A smile stretched Roman's face for a brief instant. "Impressive. You learned something in prison after all. But you underestimate me yet again, my friend. What makes you think I care if I don't make it out alive?" He gestured to his legs. "In my condition, death would be a blessing, especially if I have a chance to kill you first."

"But you won't. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to hear what I had to say. Did you do as I suggested?"

Roman stared at him for a moment then gestured. The Asian straightened, strode to the car and extracted a leather case. A lap top.

"Put it on the table."

The Asian looked to Roman who nodded. "Do as the man says."

While the lap top was powering up, Roman looked John over. "So, what should I call you now? Chrome intimated you'd changed your name, though he failed to give me the new one."

"The name's Wheeler; John Wheeler."

Roman nodded. "Ah yes; Wheeler. Taken, of course, from your old gang name. Quite fitting. I see Mr. Chow has the computer ready. Shall we sit?"

John smiled inwardly. Roman liked to take charge of things. If it made him feel comfortable and in control John had no objections.

Mr. Chow helped Roman sit in front of the computer. John slid the chip into the slot, called up the photos and pulled over the other chair and sat to Roman's left. Mr. Chow leaned over Roman's right shoulder. "These pictures were taken in 1963 in Dallas Texas. I'm sure you'll recognize the subject."

There was a long silence as Roman scrolled through the pictures, then a loud gasp of surprise from both men. Roman turned to John, a slightly wild look on his face. "How do I know they aren't fakes? That picture of the killer? No one ever suspected him. If those are real, the implications could be, staggering."

"Please. Check them for yourself." He got up from his chair and offered it to the Asian. "That's why I suggested you install some digital image validation software."

Roman nodded at Mr. Chow who sat in the empty chair and pulled the laptop in front of him. After several minutes of intense work, Mr. Chow turned and nodded back at Roman.

Roman's smile was almost sincere. "I'm impressed. Where did you get them?"

John smiled, completely at ease now that his own fears had been erased. He'd known they were real, but it was nice to be completely sure. "That's what I brought you here to tell you. The lab where I work? They've been conducting secret experiments for years."

"What kind of experiments?"

"Time travel. They've discovered time travel."

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