Sure, he had his medal of valor and the respect of his fellow officers, but the one thing Lt. Jeff Dunn didn't have was something he'd lost eighteen years ago, the night he'd launched himself over the edge of the Squantee River bridge. He didn't have, nor did he ever expect to regain, his own self respect. In the years following that night, he couldn't forgive himself for not being able to save the boy or, what he considered the most selfish and self-serving fifteen seconds of his life. Indeed, his companion for the last eighteen years "Johnnie Walker" had helped to dull the pain, but still, every morning he awoke to find that familiar, bottomless black hole in his heart. And now he had been offered a chance at self-redemption, or conversely, another chance for abject failure. It was another gamble he would have to take to rid himself of his soul-wrenching guilt.