The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

step toward the altar, pulling away from Sarah’s grip.

I didn’t make it two steps.

The sharp, metallic shuck-shuck of a slide racking echoed like a thunderclap through the chaotic ballroom.

Every single person froze.

Chief Brody was standing in the center aisle, his feet planted wide, both hands gripping his black, standard-issue Glock 17. The barrel was continue reading …