The Trailblazer (Urban Cowboys #1)

Prologue

J ust before the elevator reversed direction and plummeted to the basement, T.R.

McGuinnes was thinking about going West. Golden opportunities awaited bold investors who could foresee the direction of growth in the Sun Belt and buy land in its path.

As a commodities trader, T.R. prided himself on boldness, but he needed partners. Partners with cash.

Without warning, a relay failed between the second and third floors, catapulting the elevator toward the bottom at a thousand feet per minute.

T.R. had approximately three seconds to review his life and wish he’d scheduled his business appointments differently that morning.

He looked around and met the startled gazes of the two men who shared the elevator with him, one in jeans, the other in NYPD blues.

The man in jeans swore once, loudly, just before the elevator slammed into its concrete base.

T.R. was tossed against the elevator wall, cracked his head on the handrail coming down and blacked out.