My 6-year-old granddaughter phoned me in panic just after midnight. “Mommy says the baby is coming! Help!” I asked, “Where’s daddy?” She answered, “He k!cked mommy’s tummy and left.”…..

You pulled me out of the gutter when everyone else had given up, Marshall said. Gave me work when I couldn’t hold a job. Helped me get clean when I was drowning in a bottle. I owe you. This isn’t about debt. No, but it’s about right and wrong. and what Trent did to your daughter. That’s wrong in ways that legal remedies can’t fix.

Marshall stood up. What do you need from me? Your medical training. If things go sideways, I want someone who can patch people up. Also need someone who can gather intelligence. Maybe pose as someone else to get close to Trent’s operation. I can do that. Spent 18 months undercover in Kandahar pretending to be a drunk to gather intel on Taliban supply routes.

fooled everyone, including my own command. Good. We’ll be in touch. Harry was halfway to the door when Marshall called after him. Mr. Kain, when this is over, what happens to Trent? Harry turned back. Nothing good. Marshall nodded slowly. Roger that. Harry spent the evening at the hospital with Cassidy and Lydia, then drove out to Trent’s Lake Cabin undercover darkness.

The place sat on 20 acres of private land, accessible only by a winding dirt road that snaked through thick Montana pine forest. Perfect for privacy, perfect for hiding criminal activity, and perfect for an ambush if things came to that. Harry Park is struck a quarter mile away and approached on foot, moving through the trees with the careful silence of a man who’d spent time in places where noise could get you killed.