CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Seven miles away from where a man named David “Davey” Armstrong lay half-asleep on a cot in a holding cell, another man woke up quickly in bed. He stared at the digital numbers of his alarm clock and saw that it was 5:05. He had an internal alarm that had been waking him up at this time ever since he’d been a child—as early as the age of ten.
Like an automated machine, he got out of bed, took six steps to the rug in front of his bed (six steps which he counted under his breath every morning), and assumed a push-up position. He blasted through one hundred push-ups and then immediately went to the shower. He scrubbed himself and washed his short black hair with the same machine-like mannerisms in which he had gotten out of bed and exercised.
Five minutes later he was towe
