Chapter 3 - The Ghost Unit
I stared into the lifeless eyes of a man whose funeral I had personally attended.
Elias Thorne was supposed to be buried in Arlington.
Instead, he was bleeding out in a cheap motel room linked to my missing wife.
I quickly searched his tactical vest for any valuable clues.
I found a highly encrypted satellite phone tucked into a hidden chest pouch.
As a Tier-1 operator, I knew exactly how to bypass the basic military security lock.
I opened the call log and saw only one outgoing number dialed repeatedly in the last hour.
I dialed the number and waited as it rang with agonizing slowness.
The voice that answered made the blood freeze entirely in my veins.
It was Detective Miller, the older cop who had just told me my daughter was the victim of a random burglary.
He asked over the line if the extraction was finally complete.
I did not say a single word.
He warned that the Ranger would slaughter them all if he found out they hurt his kid for the drive.
I hung up the phone and slipped it into my pocket.
The local police were not just incompetent and lazy.
They were secretly on the payroll of whoever had almost killed Violet.
I left the motel and drove straight to the central police precinct.
I waited patiently in the dark corner of the underground parking garage.
An hour later, Detective Miller walked toward his unmarked cruiser.
I stepped out of the shadows and slammed him violently against the concrete pillar.
I pressed the barrel of my pistol directly under his chin.
I asked him who he was working for and where my wife was located.
Miller gasped for air and confessed that he was just a paid lookout for a private military contractor.
He said the mercenaries were hired to retrieve a stolen data drive.
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He told me that my wife was the one who stole it from them.
Before I could ask another question, a sniper bullet shattered the windshield of the cruiser next to us.
