As a middle-aged man, Luke Spanton had semi-retired to a small town in eastern Utah. Ballard was defi nitely a small town and thats just the way Luke liked it. He had taken a part-time job selling irrigation equipment for a local Farmers Equipment Supply Store. It was a hot Friday afternoon and just after passing through Blanding on his way home, empty handed, his cell phone rang. It was his boss and he was pissed. Luke had failed to close a deal on a large sale of irrigation equipment and his boss was in no mood to hear excuses. As Luke crested the ridge north of Blanding, thankfully for him, he lost cell phone reception. What a wasted day he thought, as he drove on in the heat. All was fi nally silent, at least until Monday or so he thought. Luke had no idea that he was about to witness an assassination and that for the next few weeks his life would become the biggest nightmare he could ever imagine.