Chapter 3: The Man Who Was Buried Twice
The emergency lights came on.
Red.
Dim.
The kind of lighting that made my clinic look less like a hospital and more like a battlefield.
Ghost stood in front of me.
His body was completely still.
Commander Hayes moved beside him.
“Stay behind me.””
I almost laughed.
“I’m a combat medic.””
“You’re a veterinarian.””
“I’ve treated dogs with bullet wounds under enemy fire.””
He looked at me.
“Still staying behind me.””
A strange thing happened.
For one second, I almost felt like I was back with Ethan.
The same stubborn argument.
The same impossible confidence.
Then the clinic door opened.
A man stepped inside.
Gray jacket.
Short hair.
Calm eyes.
Too calm.
He looked at Ghost.
Not surprised.
Disappointed.
“So he finally found you.””
My voice became cold.
“Who are you?””
The man ignored me.
“Ghost.””
The dog growled.
A deep sound.
A warning.
The stranger stopped.
“You’re making this harder than it needs to be.””
Hayes raised his weapon.
“Don’t move.””
The man smiled slightly.
“Commander Hayes.””
The smile disappeared.
“You were always too loyal.””
Hayes’ grip tightened.
“How do you know me?””
The man looked at me.
“He knows everyone.””
I hated that answer.
“Name.””
The man finally looked at me.
“Victor Kane.””
The name meant nothing.
But Hayes reacted.
His face changed.
And that was enough.
“You know him.””
Hayes didn’t answer.
“Commander.””
“He was intelligence.””
“Was?””
Hayes stared at Kane.
“Seven years ago, he was listed as missing.””
Kane smiled.
“Everyone loves that word.””
He looked around.
“Missing.””
A pause.
“Such a convenient way to erase people.””
My heart started racing.
“What did you do to Ethan?””
For the first time, Kane’s expression changed.
Only slightly.
But I saw it.
Recognition.
“You still call him Ethan.””
I stepped forward.
“What did you do?””
Kane looked at Ghost.
“That dog is the reason you’re alive.””
I frowned.
“What?””
“Ethan trusted very few people.””
His eyes moved to me.
“You were one of them.””
The room felt colder.
“You knew Ethan.””
“Yes.””
“Where is he?””
Kane looked at the floor.
“I’m afraid that answer is complicated.””
“I’m tired of complicated answers.””
A small smile.
“That sounds like Ethan.””
My anger exploded.
“Don’t say his name.””
Kane watched me carefully.
“You really loved him.””
Silence.
Hayes looked at me.
I ignored him.
“What happened seven years ago?””
Kane’s expression hardened.
“Ethan discovered something he wasn’t supposed to discover.””
“What?””
“A covert operation.””
Hayes interrupted.
“That’s impossible.””
Kane looked at him.
“You know it isn’t.””
Ghost suddenly moved.
Not toward Kane.
Toward the wall.
He scratched at the bottom section near the floor.
Once.
Twice.
Then again.
I looked at Hayes.
“What is he doing?””
Hayes whispered.
“He’s showing us something.””
We moved the cabinet near the wall.
Behind it was a small metal panel.
Hidden.
My hands went cold.
Because there was no way Ghost could know that was there.
Unless someone taught him.
I opened it.
Inside was a small waterproof container.
My name was written on it.
Madison.
My fingers shook.
Kane took one step forward.
“Don’t.””
Ghost immediately turned.
The warning in his eyes stopped him.
I opened the container.
Inside was a flash drive.
And a letter.
This time, Ethan’s handwriting was unmistakable.
Madison,
If you’re reading this, Ghost made it to you.
I had to trust the only two things that never failed me.
My dog.
And you.
I stopped reading.
My vision blurred.
Hayes looked away.
Kane said nothing.
I continued.
The people who say I died are the same people who made sure I disappeared.
Trust no one wearing my old uniform.
The truth is hidden where we first met.
Remember the mountain.
Remember the promise.
My hands froze.
The mountain.
The promise.
Afghanistan.
The last night before Ethan disappeared.
We had sat above the camp.
The stars were bright.
The world was quiet.
Ethan had said something I never understood.
“If I ever vanish, don’t look for my body.””
I had frowned.
“What?””
“Look for the reason.””
I thought he was joking.
He wasn’t.
The letter continued.
Madison, if you still remember the word I gave Ghost, then you know where to start.
Rook.
I closed my eyes.
A command.
A memory.
A location.
But before I could say anything, the clinic windows shattered.
Everyone dropped.
Gunfire.
Kane moved instantly.
Hayes pulled me down.
Ghost covered my body.
The sound lasted only seconds.
Then silence.
When I looked up, Kane was gone.
But on the floor where he had stood…
was a photograph.
I picked it up.
My blood turned cold.
It was Ethan.
Alive.
Standing beside Ghost.
And beside him was a woman I had never seen before.
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On the back of the photo was one sentence.
“He didn’t die alone.””
