I slowly turned my head toward him. His arrogance was gone. Completely gone. In its place was the nervous greed of someone realizing too late that he had insulted the wrong person.
The colonel answered for me. “Mrs. Carter now oversees Stratix’s advanced tactical communications under a priority federal contract.”
Chloe stepped down another stair. “But… you were sleeping in the garage…”
I looked at her for a long moment. Then I answered softly, “Yes.”
The silence after that single word was nearly unbearable. Because everyone in the driveway now understood what it truly meant.
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