Chapter 1 - The Hidden Camera
I sat in the dark of my home office, watching the blinking cursor on my encrypted laptop.
The security camera positioned above Garrick’s office door had been my first target.
I had installed it three weeks ago while he was supposedly at a charity golf tournament.
My mother thought I was just fixing a broken smoke detector in the hallway.
Now, my fingers flew across the keyboard as I bypassed the local network firewall.
Being a retired FBI agent meant I no longer had a badge, but I still had all my skills.
The screen flickered to life, showing a live feed of Garrick sitting at his heavy mahogany desk.
He was not reviewing real estate contracts or organizing church donations.
He was meticulously cleaning a silenced Heckler & Koch tactical pistol.
My blood ran completely cold.
A man with a domestic violence record legally cannot possess a firearm, let alone an illegal assassin's weapon.
I initiated a deep scan of the hard drive connected to his desktop computer.
Thousands of encrypted files began pouring into my secure server.
I recognized the financial routing numbers instantly from my days in the Violent Crimes Division.
Garrick was not just a wealthy, abusive husband.
He was laundering millions of dollars for an international weapons syndicate.
Suddenly, a loud, piercing alarm blared through my computer speakers.
His system had detected my unauthorized intrusion.
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On the live video feed, Garrick stopped cleaning his weapon and slowly looked up.
He stared directly into the hidden camera lens and smiled a terrifying, knowing smile.
