Possession (Paperback)Rene Gutteridge
In the aftermath of investigating the D.C. sniper case, police detective Vance Graegan is burned out on life and love. Hoping to save his marriage, he quits the force and moves his wife and son to the other side of the country. But when the movers decide to hold his belongings for ransom, Vance is determined to ensure that his family’s new beginning is not ruined. Soon, though, losing his possessions becomes the least of his problems as everything they are fighting for begins to unravel in the hands of Vance’s past. In an unforgettable climax, a little boy’s innocent faith brings a group of desperate people to their knees. What is at stake counts for everything, but nothing can prepare Vance for who is behind it.
Size140 x 210 mm
Number of Pages400 pp
PublisherTyndale House Publishers
Chapter OneLike the suffocating, squeezing atmosphere of D.C., the
small, tattered banquet room at the Montgomery County
Fraternal Order of Police closed in, one friendly handshake
at a time. Smoke and lively conversation drifted from the
bar that was attached to the back of the building. Laughter
spilled forward, reaching Vance and Captain Barra just as
Vance was about to thank the captain for his kind words.
“We’re going to miss you around here, Graegan,” Barra
said, slapping him on the shoulder and causing his seltzer to
“Thanks.” Vance shook the liquid off his hand.
“Come on, let’s go see if Detective Short is wearing her
favorite red blouse.” Barra winked and wandered toward
the commotion of the bar, holding his Solo cup high in the
air like something from the linoleum might jump up and
Finally Vance found himself alone. He hightailed it to the
back exit, where he indulged in his only vice: fresh air. The
sounds of the city swarmed like angry bees, but he didn’t
care. They sounded like old friends.
“Hey.” Andy Drakkard hung out the door. “What are you
doing, man? We were just about to give a big toast when we
realized you weren’t even in the building!”
Vance laughed. “Sorry, man. Just needed some air.”
“I know what you mean.” Drakkard joined him, leaning
against the cold concrete wall. The dim light of the setting
sun colored the sky in a way that reminded Vance of campfires
and cold nights.
“So you and Lindy gonna be okay?”