Vietnam took his legs.A murderer took his father.Somehow, Jason Crow has totake a stand.
“My father had no reason to kill himself," I said."On the contrary, he had every reason to live. I wascoming home. We had plans to do things together.Plus, there’s no way he’d kill himself using my gun.”Burker picked up a screw driver, went through themotions of examining it. “Look, Jason, we’re notfriends. Never have been. Probably never will be, butI’ve always respected your talent on the football fieldand your intelligence. You were good. Damn good.What’s happened . . . well, it’s a shame.”“I don’t want your pity, Burker.”“Good, because you won’t get any from me, but Iwill tell you I’m disappointed in you. You’re smart. That’s why I expected you to be more objective aboutwhat’s happened. Let me give you another tidbit of information, another fact for you to consider. Therewere powder marks on your father’s right hand. Hepulled the trigger.” Jason Crow comes home to Texas on clumsy,prosthetic legs—a double amputee, struggling with hislost dreams and the pitying curiosity of friends andstrangers. But there's no time for him to brood,because his father has just been shot to death.Unable to convince the police that his father wasmurdered, Jason begins his own investigation. In theprocess he uncovers family secrets that shake him tohis core and make him question everyone andeverything around him, including the love of Michiko,the beautiful Eurasian-American nurse he met in