It was a cold Friday night in Georgia. Nothing seemed to interest me on TV and I was sick of reading the latest news on the internet. It was time to unplug for a weekend and disappear. I got up off my sofa and walked over to the bookshelf and there it was sticking slightly out from all the other books, as if asking me why I hadn’t yet read it.
I pulled The Devil Inside the Beltway by Michael J. Daugherty off the shelf, grabbed a carafe of coffee and settled in. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I know I did not expect to finish it in one night. I just couldn’t put it down.