A metallic click stopped me cold in my tracks. I could pick out that sound anywhere, and part of me only hoped I could say one last word before they pulled the trigger.

My hands crept up beside my head, raised in surrender. If I could just convince them I wasn't who they thought I was.

“Who are you?” A silky voice asked behind me. A voice that I had come to memorize, to hear in my dreams, a voic...