Amber Morn

The whole thing couldnt have taken more than sixty seconds.Bailey hung on to the counter, dazed. If she let go, shed collapseand the twitching fingers of one of the gunmen would pull a trigger. The rest of her group huddled in frozen shock.Dear God, tell me this is a dream The shooters teeth clenched. Anybody who moves is dead.On a beautiful Saturday morning the nationally read Scenes and Beans bloggers gather at Java Joint for a special celebration. Chaos erupts when three gunmen burst in and take them all hostage. One person is shot and dumped outside.Police Chief Vince Edwards must negotiate with the desperate trio. The gunmen insist on communicating through the comments section of the blogso all the world can hear their story. What they demand, Vince cant possibly provide. But if he doesnt, over a dozen beloved Kanner Lake citizens will die