PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE GLASS The white tank top and faded Leviâs didnât belong on a Marine Corps rifle range. Neither…
Chapter 1: The Ghost of Coronado The morning fog still clung to the coastline of Coronado, a thick gray blanket that muffled…
PART 1: The Ghost in the Machine The smell of JP-8 jet fuel is distinctive. Itâs a greasy, sweet, chemical scent that…
The mountain didnât make a sound when it happened. There was no grand echo to mark the moment, no sympathetic rumble from the…
CHAPTER 1: THE EXECUTION ORDER The silence in the Serengeti isn’t empty; itâs heavy. It presses against your eardrums, loaded with the…
The wind that came off the Atlantic that morning had teeth. It wasnât a breeze; it was a hard, scouring force that snapped…
CHAPTER 1: The Ghost in the Fog The classified personnel file was never meant to see daylight. Buried deep within the Pentagon’s…
The world, for Harold Brener, had mostly shrunk to the size of quiet routines. At sixty-eight, he moved through it like a man…
The world smelled of pine and ancient dust. It was a scent that had woven itself into the fabric of Earl Matâs life,…
Chapter 1: The Invisible Woman The Boeing 777 tracked a steady line through the stratosphere, a silver needle threading the gap between…