Chapter 4 - The Puppet Master
“Julian,” Grant whispered. The name tasted like ash.
Caleb listened, his instincts screaming. If Julian was involved, the threat wasn't over. The helicopter was just the beginning.
“Sir,” Caleb said, stepping forward. “If they knew I would be the one to discover the bomb, they would have had a backup plan. Where is the head of your security detail?”
Grant looked at the door. “He’s coordinating the lockdown.”
“Check him,” Caleb said urgently. “Check his comms.”
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Grant tapped his desk phone and initiated a private scan of the house’s internal frequency. Within seconds, a distorted voice crackled through—the security chief talking to an unknown contact. “The primary device failed. Initiate the secondary protocol. Eliminate the target and the witness.”
Grant’s face went pale. He stood up, but Caleb was already at the heavy mahogany door, locking it and dragging a heavy display cabinet in front of it.
