Chapter 7 - The Harrington Secret
With the mercenaries unconscious, Caleb and Grant burst out into the garage.
“We need to get to the police station,” Grant said, reaching for his own keys.
“No,” Caleb replied. “That’s where they’ll expect us to go. If Julian is behind this, he owns the local precinct. We need to go to the port.”
“The port?”
“The records,” Caleb said. “If Julian signed off on the bomb, there’s a digital trail in the private terminal at the shipping hub. We need to prove he’s the one who funded the mercenaries.”
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They piled into a beat-up Ford pickup truck Caleb kept for his work—a vehicle the mercenaries would never think to scan.
As they peeled out of the estate, they could see the secondary emergency vehicles arriving—not the police, but private contractors in unmarked black SUVs.
