Chapter 3: The Past Arthur Buried
Chapter 3: The Past Arthur Buried
Three black helicopters appeared over the estate.
They carried no visible markings.
Within seconds, armored federal vehicles blocked every entrance.
No sirens.
No flashing lights.
Just precision.
Men wearing tactical gear stepped out.
One officer walked directly toward Arthur.
Then...
He saluted.
Not casually.
Formally.
"Good afternoon, Director Hayes."
The entire courtyard froze.
Director?
Richard blinked.
His mother turned pale.
The Chief of Police slowly lowered his paper plate.
Arthur hadn't been an ordinary father.
Fifteen years earlier, he had directed one of the nation's highest-level federal task forces investigating corruption among judges, police departments, organized financial crime, and political officials.
After his wife died...
He resigned.
He disappeared.
He chose one title over every other.
Dad.
Richard suddenly understood.
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He had never been threatening an old widower.
He had declared war on the wrong man.
