Yellow tape cordoned it off, a federal

he FBI, a man who owed him his ca

y. I shouldn't be

ce was

me," I

led it. They were... desecrated. Dumped in a landfill in V

hand. He hadn't just kill

e delivered them to me in three small, sealed containers in the dead of

senger seat of my car. M

known. But the city was on high alert. Checkpoints were everywhere, a sho

own, standing there in his dress

strode over, a smu

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ng home,

d, his voice loud enough for the other soldi

at the three containers. A slow, c

boxes? Bringing

tened on the

teens, looked from Ethan' s mocking face to

ce hesitant. "She's Mrs. Scott. Her fa

turned to the guardsman,

ioning my comm

st... it's the ri

drew his sidearm in one smooth, practiced m

oung guardsma

without a sound. The other so

, his face impassive. H

col. The city is closed

one with the desecrated remains of my family and the bod