The sun over Henderson, Nevada, was a merciless white disk in a bleached-blue sky. It hammered down on the desert floor, on the…
PART 1: THE GHOST OF QUANTICO My world smells like industrial lemon cleaner, burnt coffee, and the specific, metallic tang of secrets. It…
Part 1 The First Class cabin of Orion Air Flight 402 smelled of leather, lavender, and entitlement. It was a world designed to…
Part 1: The Cost of Entry Chapter 1: The Weight of Underestimation The black belt laughed, a short, sharp burst of…
The sun had a way of being gentle with Ashefield, as if it knew the town had seen enough hard days. It rose…
PART 1 CHAPTER 1 The heat coming off the tarmac at the Miramar Air Show was enough to distort the air, turning the…
Part 1: The Cost of a Right Choice Chapter 1: The Weight of Hope The alarm clock’s shrill cry pierced through the pre-dawn…
PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE DINER I looked down at my hands. They were wrapped around a white ceramic mug, the heat…
The air on the naval base at Coronado was a familiar California cocktail—the sharp, clean scent of the Pacific, the faint, greasy perfume…
Chapter 1: The Target of Opportunity “Ma’am, with all due respect, what’s your call sign?” The question didn’t float across the table; it…