Combining heart-wrenching emotion with edge-of-your-seat tension, Charles Martin explores the true power of sacrificial love.He shows up when all hope is lost.Murphy Shepherd has made a career of finding those no one else could--survivors of human trafficking. His life's mission is helping others find freedom.But then the nightmare strikes too close to home.When his new wife, her daughter, and two other teenage girls are stolen, Murphy is left questioning all he has thought to be true. With more dead ends than leads, he has no idea how to find those he loves.After everything is stripped away, love is what remains.Hope feels lost, but Murphy is willing to expend his last breath trying to bring them home.
Combining heart-wrenching emotion with edge-of-your-seat tension, Charles Martin explores the true power of sacrificial love.He shows up when all hope is lost.Murphy Shepherd has made a career of finding those no one else could--survivors of human trafficking. His life's mission is helping others find freedom.But then the nightmare strikes too close to home.When his new wife, her daughter, and two other teenage girls are stolen, Murphy is left questioning all he has thought to be true. With more dead ends than leads, he has no idea how to find those he loves.After everything is stripped away, love is what remains.Hope feels lost, but Murphy is willing to expend his last breath trying to bring them home.Preview from Charlie Martin: "I don't know how he does what he does. It sounds rhetorical at this point because I find myself saying the same thing after every book. I flip the last page over (usually after having read it multiple times to prolong the ending) and then say, usually out loud to myself, 'How the h-e-double-hockey-stick did he just pull that off?' This book is no exception. It is unequivocally, hands down, a remarkable read. It's everything you want (and a whole lot more) from a sequel."David Bishop/Murphy Shepherd is the guy who shoots first and asks questions later. He's got multiple secret identities, flies around on private jets, has several storage units with motorcycles, walls full of well-used handguns, rifles, shotguns, not to mention the storage unit in south Florida where he's got a Hell's Bay skiff . . . I mean c'mon. He makes Batman's arsenal and gadgets look like a joke, and Jason Bourne look like a rookie in the world of taking out bad guys. AND on top of that, the dude's a PRIEST . . . and he uses his priestly credentials to