The Blood of Tyrants and Patriots
It was a dreary winter night in Annapolis, Maryland. Outside, in a neighborhood by the historic district, the houses on the street were being pounded by freezing rain, making small indents into the snow on the rooftops. There was only one building on this street that still had its lights on at this hour.
Inside this house, Senator Douglas Coughlan stood alone in his living room, watching the storm from the window as he stared in silent contemplation. He slowly turned his gaze to the fireplace, watching the searing embers crackle and burn, wrestling with the toughest decision of his entire life.
In his left hand, he held an anonymous letter that he had received under his front door. In his right, he held his cellphone opened up to his contact list. He had opened the letter about an hour earlier, discovering detailed plans of a plot to assassinate Richard Cortis, the senator’s challenger in the race for the party’s nomination. The conflict in Coughlan’s mind had now bec