Chapter 2 - The Crumbled Napkin

I crumpled the napkin back into my fist, squeezing it so tightly my knuckles turned white. The broken, devastated man who had just wept in the back pew was dead. In his place stood a weapon of iron and grit. The United States Army had spent millions of dollars training me to dismantle terrorist cells, infiltrate hostile environments, and eliminate high-value targets. Julian Vance thought he had won. He thought he had buried me.