Chapter 5 - The Stolen Identity
I stared at the television screen in absolute disbelief as the news anchor detailed the recovery of my remains.
Someone had gone through the immense trouble of planting a burned body in the wreckage of the mountain and faking my dental records.
Dominic did not have the money, the power, or the political connections to orchestrate a cover-up of this massive scale.
I realized that Chloe was not just a random mistress he had picked up in a local bar.
Her family was deeply connected to a corrupt faction within the military infrastructure that I had been investigating for months.
They had used Dominic's pathetic greed to eliminate me and shut down my ongoing military investigation.
I reached across the counter and gently shook the sleeping cashier awake.
I handed him a solid gold military challenge coin from my pocket and demanded the keys to his rusty pickup truck parked outside.
The teenager looked at the heavy gold coin, nodded in shock, and immediately handed over his keys without a single question.
I walked outside and climbed into the freezing cab of the truck, turning the heater on full blast.
I needed to reach my secure underground storage facility in the city to access my backup funds and classified files.
I drove down the icy highway for an hour, formulating a flawless plan to crash my own funeral.
Suddenly, flashing red and blue lights illuminated the rearview mirror, piercing through the dark morning mist.
I pulled the rusty truck over to the shoulder, keeping my hands visible on the steering wheel as a police officer approached my window.
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The officer shined his bright flashlight directly into my eyes and rested his hand firmly on his service weapon.
He leaned in close, looked at my face, and calmly said that he was ordered to shoot me on sight.
