Chapter 7: Chessboard

At five in the morning, Ryan sat up on his cot. No lights, no movement. He sat in the dark for fifteen seconds. Then he stood, tucked the Glock into his waistband, and pushed open the back door.

17 Veyra Ridge Road. Five forty a.m. The fog was heavy, and the streetlights bled into dull orange smea...

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