As the bronze coffin began its descent into the grave in Arlington's hallowed ground, Frank Devlin saw the last rays of the sun and heard the bugler play "Taps." 'This wasn't what I had in mind when I asked to be buried here ' He'd lived a colorful life-assassin, spy, drug lord-a far cry from the life of poverty he'd left behind in Alabama, but what did it amount to-nothing. Now, as he awaits death, unbeknownst to him an angel is avenging his imminent demise.