They held her down they forced the female police officer to watch as the mafia boss’s son and his men beat her K9 partner with steel toed boots as her dog yelped in agony the spoiled thug just laughed in her face she was disarmed isolated and broken but they made one mistake they didn’t know a Navy SEAL was watching from the shadows and he was about to teach them that true justice is the kind you never see coming Before we begin tell us where you are watching from and if this story touches your heart please subscribe for more The humidity of a Savannah summer night

was a physical weight a wet blanket pressing down on the city’s historic cobblestones it was past midnight and the air thick with the scent of Jasmine and the faint salty Tang of the river seemed to hold its breath Spanish moss hung from the ancient live oaks like ghostly curtains barely stirring in the dead air gas lamps cast a flickering golden glow on the empty sidewalks creating pools of light separated by deep shadow Officer Lena Evans mid 20s with her dark hair pulled back into a tight professional braid beneath her police cap

felt a drop of sweat trace a path down her temple she was lean and moved with a focused quiet energy that spoke of discipline she was also unlike many not intimidated by the city’s opulent beauty or its hidden darkness beside her in the passenger seat of the K9 cruiser Apollo her partner let out a low contented huff he was a magnificent sable backed German Shepherd his intelligent eyes watchful even in repose a perfectly honed tool of law and order they were a team a familiar sight in this district of Antabella

mansions and high end tourist traps a few blocks over a late night trolley one of the last of the evening clattered along its driver narrating ghost stories to a handful of weary tourists it was for Savannah a perfectly normal sweltering summer night then the night was torn open by the sound of a predator not a human one but the mechanical shriek of a high performance engine being pushed to its limit a steel blue Maserati convertible careened around the corner of Bull Street its tires screaming in protest against the historic stones the driver blinded by arrogance or alcohol

swerved violently to avoid a parked carriage and shot directly into the path of the oncoming tourist trolley the trolley’s brakes hissed and screeched passengers screamed as the driver wrenched the wheel the heavy vehicle shuddering to a halt inches from the sports car the Maserati unfazed simply gunned its engine again the sound echoing like gunfire between the brick facades and sped away Lena had seen it all her hands were already moving heads up partner she said her voice calm she flipped the switch and the cruiser’s lights

instantly painted the moss draped square in flashing strobes of red and blue the siren wailed a sharp necessary intrusion on the night the Maserati its escape route cut off by Lena’s expert maneuver into the center of the narrow street finally slammed on its brakes fishtailing slightly before stopping Lena left Apollo in the car the K9 unit’s engine running air conditioning blasting for his safety she approached the driver’s side of the Maserati her hand resting naturally on her hip near her service weapon the driver a young man in his early 20s

was struggling to get out of the low slung car he wore an expensive looking silk shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest and his dark hair was a carefully constructed mess this was Nico Petrillo a face Lena knew from departmental bulletins but had never met he was the only son of the city’s most notorious and untouchable businessman as he finally stumbled to his feet a wave of high end Bourbon rolled off him potent enough to make Lena’s eyes water he leaned against the car for support a petulant sneer twisting his handsome features

do you have any idea Nico slurred pointing a shaky finger at her how much this car is worth you probably just scratched the paint you Officer Lena’s expression did not change sir I just witnessed you nearly cause a major accident with a civilian trolley may I see your license and registration please Nico scoffed a wet unpleasant sound I don’t need a license he muttered then he pulled out a slim gold phone he fumbled with the screen before pressing it to his ear this is ridiculous Lena waited patient she had seen this before the entitlement

the Assumption that rules were for other people Dad Nico whined into the phone his voice a jarring shift from arrogant to childlike yeah it’s me listen some K9 cop is bothering me down in the historic district can you yeah just handle it he snapped the phone shut and looked at her his eyes glassy he’ll handle it you’re done sir I am not done Lena said her voice firm cutting through his alcoholic haze I need you to step away from the car and onto the sidewalk I’m going to conduct a field sobriety test Nico looked genuinely stunned

as if she had just asked him to fly a test you can’t test me but he complied stumbling as he tried to navigate the uneven cobblestones Lena administered the test with methodical precision the horizontal gaze nystagmus the walk and turn the one leg stand Nico failed every single part spectacularly nearly falling over twice this is stupid he spat these shoes aren’t for for rocks Lena finished her notations sir she said her voice devoid of any emotion except professional duty based on my observations and your performance on the tests

I am placing you under arrest for driving under the influence she holstered her notepad and unclipped her handcuffs the metallic click of the cuffs opening seemed to echo in the humid air for the first time a flicker of genuine panic crossed Nico’s face he looked from the cuffs to her face you you can’t be serious do you know who I am it was then that the headlights washed over them they were so bright they bleached the color from the scene turning the cobblestones white and Lena’s blue uniform black a new vehicle a mirror black Escalade

had glided silently onto the street from the opposite direction boxing in the cruiser and the Maserati completely its engine was a low barely perceptible rumble the street which had been empty seconds before now felt like a cage the Escalades doors opened in near perfect unison four men emerged they were not street thugs they were large dressed in immaculate dark suits their movements economical and purposeful the driver a mountain of a man with a shaved head walked directly toward Nico the other three fanned out their target immediately clear Lena

Lena’s hand instinctively went to her weapon but she didn’t draw stay back she commanded her police voice ringing out this is an active arrest scene men did not slow down it happened faster than she could have predicted the first man one who looked like a former boxer with a flattened nose didn’t try to talk he simply lunged not at her but at her side he grabbed her service weapon holster and all and with a single brutally efficient twist ripped the entire assembly from her duty belt the specialized plastic and leather snapped the sound sharp in the night Lena cried out

more in shock than pain as the second man thinner but with the quick wiry movements of a snake grabbed her radio hand and slammed her arm against the side of the Maserati her radio clattered to the stones the third man the largest of the group stepped behind her he grabbed her other arm wrenched it behind her back and pinned it there with a grip that felt like a steel vise he locked his other arm around her throat not choking her but controlling her completely Lena was trapped her arms pinned her body held immobile by the sheer overwhelming force

she was a trained officer strong and capable but this was a professional takedown she was utterly helpless Nico Patrillo watched his panic replaced by a slow reptilian smile he sauntered over until he was standing directly in front of the immobilized officer so close she could smell the Bourbon on his breath he looked at the man holding her hold her tight Bruno he slurred I want her to watch he turned his gaze to the K9 cruiser where Apollo sensing his handler’s distress had begun to bark a deep frantic and furious sound from behind the reinforced glass

you brought your little doggy Nico said his voice laced with a cruel gleeful venom I hate dogs he nodded to the two men who had disarmed her show him Lena’s eyes widened in pure terror no no don’t you touch my dog he’s a police officer no her screams were muffled as the man holding her tightened his grip the former boxer and the wiry man walked to the cruiser they found the K9 deployment handle on the car with a hiss the rear door popped open Apollo a 90 pound mass of muscle and training exploded from the car launching himself at the men

he perceived as a threat to his handler he was trained for this but the men were ready they were wearing steel toed boots as Apollo lunged the first man kicked him not with a frantic punt but with a calculated full force kick aimed directly at his ribs the impact sent the dog yelping tumbling sideways before Apollo could even regain his footing the second man stepped in and delivered another kick this one connecting with a sickening wet thud that Lena felt in her own chest they didn’t stop they began to kick him systematically the sound of the heavy boots

hitting the Shepherd’s body over and over Apollo Lena shrieked fighting uselessly against the arm holding her tears streamed down her face mixing with the sweat stop please you’re killing him stop Nico just watched his smile widening he leaned in his face inches from hers you hear that he whispered as another pained yelp was cut short that’s the sound of you learning your place Lena was forced to watch her eyes wide with horror as her partner her friend was beaten into silence on the dark cobblestones of Savannah Harvey Mitchell was trying to forget

he walked the moonlit streets of Savannah to silence the noise in his head the residual echo of explosions and shouted commands from half a world away he was a man in his mid 30s built with the lean dense muscle of a predator not the bulk of a brawler his movements even in civilian jeans and a plain grey T-shirt were economical and silent he was on leave a Navy seal attempting to decompress which for him meant walking until his body ached just slightly less than his mind he wore a worn baseball cap pulled low

his features obscured his eyes constantly scanning a habit he couldn’t switch off the humid air the scent of Jasmine it was all supposed to be calming he turned a corner heading back toward his unremarkable hotel when the sound cut through the night bypassing his ears and hitting his nervous system directly it wasn’t the engine roar which he’d heard earlier it was a woman’s scream not an I’m startled scream it was a raw terrified hopeless shriek no please you’re killing him Harvey did not run toward the sound he stopped perfectly still he let the city’s ambient noise fade and listened

the scream was followed by a sickening repetitive thud a man’s taunting slurred voice and beneath it all the most triggering sound the high pitched agonizing yelp of a dog in pain Harvey Mitchell’s mission to decompress was officially over he didn’t move toward the lights of the street he moved toward the darkness he melted into the mouth of a narrow brick lined alley a sliver of shadow between an antique shop and a high end restaurant he flowed through it his feet making no SoundOn the ancient stones

he emerged behind a large moss draped oak his entire profile broken up by the shadows he had a perfect view of the scene 20 yards away his assessment took less than three seconds one female officer immobilized held from behind by a very large man target 3 two men target 1 target two systematically kicking a K9 on the ground one drunk civilian the principal clearly the cause watching with a smile one more man target 4 the driver leaning against the black Escalade detached serving as lookout four henchmen one hostage one victim

Harvey’s objective formed instantly rescue the officer save the K9 incapacitate all threats and the most important rule disappear this was not a war it was surgery he took a slow breath letting the adrenaline sharpen his focus into a cold diamond hard point he began to move he didn’t exit the shadows he used them moving from the oak tree to the rear of the Escalade completely unseen the driver the look out was smoking his gaze flicking lazily toward the commotion he was the first obstacle Harvey moved the driver heard nothing

he just felt a hand cup his chin and a rigid set of knuckles strike his temple the thud was barely audible the driver crumpled unconscious before he hit the ground target 4 neutralized Harvey took the man’s sidearm checked the chamber and tucked it into the back of his own waistband not as a weapon but as a precaution now for the cluster the remaining three were focused entirely on their victims Lena was still screaming her voice growing hoarse stop Apollo the two men kicking the Shepherd were laughing the first one a broad shouldered man in a tight black suit

reared back for another kick he never landed it Harvey emerging from the shadow of the Escalade was on him he didn’t punch he grabbed the man’s extended right wrist with his left hand and his right hand grabbed the elbow he twisted it was a simple brutal lesson in physics the sound of the man’s wrist and elbow joint popping was loud and wet the man screamed a high pitched sound that was nothing like Lena’s and clutched his now useless arm target one neutralized the second man thinner and faster turned in surprise he was quick

but Harvey was already inside his guard moving on a different level of time the man saw a blur and then felt a rigid five fingered strike just below his rib cage followed by a vicious elbow to the side of his head he gasped all the air forced from his lungs and dropped to his knees his eyes rolling back target 2 neutralized two seconds had passed two men down Nico Petriano’s drunken smile vanished replaced by a look of profound terrified confusion what who the man holding Lena the one Nico called Bruno

was a professional he reacted instantly he tightened his grip on Lena using her as a human shield his other hand fumbling inside his jacket for a weapon stay back he roared Harvey didn’t stay back but he also didn’t charge he held his hands up palms open a universal sign of peace let her go Harvey said his voice a low calm rumble we can just talk Bruno hesitated confused by the man’s calm Harvey took one slow step forward you don’t want this I’ll kill her Bruno shouted his arm tightening on Lena’s throat Lena gasped her airway closing

Harvey saw the man’s eyes flick to the side looking at Nico he wasn’t in charge he was waiting for orders that was the opening Harvey didn’t attack Bruno he moved past him toward Lena as he passed his hand moving with blinding speed shot out and snatched the handcuffs still dangling from Lena’s broken belt he didn’t stop he pivoted behind Bruno grabbed the chain between the cuffs and with the full force of his body weight yanked it backwards around Bruno’s thick throat Bruno’s gun was forgotten his hold on Lena vanished both of his hands flew to his own neck

clawing at the steel chain that was instantly embedded in his flesh Harvey held the choke his expression cold and focused lifting the massive man onto his toes Bruno made a sound like a drowning bull his face turning a dark plum color Harvey held it for three seconds until the man’s body went limp and then let him fall in a heap unconscious Target 3 neutralized the entire engagement from the first man to the last had taken less than 12 seconds the cobblestone street was suddenly shockingly silent broken only by the sound of Lena’s ragged gasps

and the faint pained whimpering of the dog Nico Patrillo was paralyzed his mouth open his gold phone still clutched in his hand he stared at the four unmoving bodies of his father’s best men then at Harvey who stood calmly in the center of the carnage Harvey wasn’t even breathing heavily he looked at Nico his eyes in the shadow of his cap as cold as the bottom of the ocean Nico let out a small squeak and in a final act of cowardice threw up on his own expensive shoes Harvey ignored him he stripped the tucked in weapon from his waistband

laid it gently on the trunk of the Escalade and turned to the woman who was now free Lena had fallen to her knees beside her partner Apollo oh no oh partner I’m here I’m so sorry she was sobbing her hands hovering over the dog’s bruised and still body afraid to touch him Harvey walked over kneeling on the other side of the dog he put two fingers to Apollo’s neck feeling for a pulse it was there Thready but there he ran his hands expertly over the dog’s ribs his touch surprisingly gentle Lena looked up finally seeing her rescuer his face was calm his eyes intense

and she realized with a jolt that she felt absolutely no fear of him he was the most dangerous thing she had ever seen and he had just saved her Harvey met her gaze his voice was low cutting through her panic officer he said are you injured Harvey’s voice cut through the fog of Lena’s horror officer where is the nearest K9 approved emergency vet it wasn’t a question it was a command that reset her brain she fumbled for her radio her hand finding the empty broken clip on her belt the panic rose again my radio phone Harvey said it was a one word order

she pulled out her personal phone her thumbprint failing twice because of the blood before the screen unlocked she speed dialed the number she knew by heart her voice was a choked unrecognizable thing this is Officer Evans badge 21 tour I have an officer down my K9 Apollo he’s he needs immediate she relayed the address of the clinic a few miles away Harvey was already moving he scooped Apollo’s limp 90 pound body into his arms as if he weighed nothing the dog let out a single thin whimper of pain my cruiser she whispered the keys get in the passenger seat

Harvey said already moving toward her car he didn’t have time to be a ghost he laid Apollo gently but quickly across the back seat the specialized K9 insert protecting him Lena stumbled into the passenger side her body moving on autopilot Harvey slid into the driver’s seat of her police cruiser a violation of a dozen protocols and hit the lights he didn’t use the Siren he didn’t need to he drove through the empty streets of Savannah with a terrifying controlled speed navigating the one way squares as if he had lived there his entire life getting them to the clinic in under four minutes

the suspects the Maserati and the black Escalade were left behind a problem for the backup that was surely screaming toward their location they burst through the glass doors of the Savannah Emergency Vet Clinic a place that smelled of antiseptic fear and bleach the waiting room was painfully bright a sterile white and blue box designed to be cleaned easily a young woman with bright purple hair and scrubs covered in cartoon cats looked up from the front desk this was Tanya the night shift lead technician

her perpetually tired eyes widened when she saw the K9 uniform the blood and the massive unmoving dog in the man’s arms gurney she yelled hitting a button on her console K9 officer down instantly a team in matching scrubs swarmed from the back with a wheeled gurney Harvey gently laid Apollo on it his hands now smeared with the dog’s blood what happened Tanya asked her voice all business as they wheeled Apollo through a set of swinging metal doors he was attacked Lena said her voice trembling they kicked him multiple times

ribs I think his ribs Officer Tanya said stopping her her voice softer but firm she held out a clipboard I need you to fill this out handler’s name unit pre existing conditions allergies we need it for his file before we can operate Lena took the clipboard she stared at the first box handler name her hand slick with blood couldn’t hold the pen the letters on the page swam in her vision the room tilted I I can’t she whispered staring at her own shaking hands I can’t make it stop Harvey stepped forward he took the clipboard from her unresisting fingers and the pen from the desk

he spoke to Tanya his voice low and steady a calming anchor in the sterile chaos Officer Lena Evans Badge 22 40th K9 is Apollo 4 years old sable German Shepherd no known allergies or pre existing conditions he is an active duty police dog Tanya looked at him her gaze flicking from his bloodstained T-shirt to the calm authority in his eyes and you are a witness Harvey said which was the simple uncomplicated truth he needs help whatever deposit you require I’ll cover it he pulled a simple worn black wallet from his back pocket and produced a plain

unflashy credit card he wasn’t asking he was stating a fact Tanya accustomed to panicked owners and frantic energy was struck by his absolute control she nodded once took the card and ran it you can wait here the doctor will be out as soon as he has an assessment and with that they were left alone Lena collapsed into one of the hard molded plastic chairs the adrenaline that had held her together was gone leaving a black sucking vacuum of shock guilt and icy fear she replayed the scene the headlights the boot the sound Apollo made I should have shot them I should have

I let him get taken he was protecting me and I let him Harvey did not sit next to her he gave her space taking a seat on the opposite side of the small silent room the only sounds were the aggressive hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the tick of a clock on the wall each second an eternity he was a silent Sentinel a shadow against the bright white wall he wasn’t awkward he wasn’t fidgeting he was just present Lena began to shake a deep uncontrollable tremor starting in her hands and spreading to her whole body it was the physical shock setting in

she wrapped her arms around herself but it didn’t help Harvey watched her for a long moment his expression unreadable he saw a soldier in the agonizing aftermath the quiet part after the explosion he stood up Lena flinched a small scared movement thinking he was leaving her he didn’t he walked past her toward a battered vending machine in the corner she heard the clunk of coins the whir of a cheap motor the swinging doors opened and a new man appeared this was Doctor Eris Thorn a veterinarian in his 50s with the kind exhausted

eyes of a man who had seen too many emergencies and not enough sleep his scrubs were stained Officer Evans he asked his voice gentle Lena leaped to her feet the world narrowing to this one man is he okay please is he Doctor Thorne’s expression was grave he didn’t sugarcoat it Officer Apollo is in critical condition we’ve done X rays he has three broken ribs and one has punctured a lung he is bleeding internally Lena’s hand flew to her mouth oh no I’ll be blunt the doctor continued he needs emergency surgery right now to repair the lung and stop the bleeding without it he will not make it through the next hour

Lena’s legs buckled and she fell back into the chair what are his chances she whispered a question she wasn’t sure she wanted answered Doctor Thorne sighed honestly fifty fifty he’s strong he’s a K9 which is in his favor but the damage is severe I need your consent to operate yes Lena choked out the word tearing from her throat yes whatever it takes please please save him the doctor nodded we’ll do everything we can he turned and disappeared back through the doors the dam broke the fifty fifty chance the if of it all shattered her remaining control Lena put her bloody hands to her face and began to sob

not the loud screams from the street but the silent racking body shaking sobs of true and profound despair she was drowning in the fluorescent light a moment later Harvey was standing in front of her he was holding two steaming Styrofoam cups he had gotten coffee from the vending machine it smelled burnt and terrible he didn’t say it’ll be okay he didn’t pat her on the back he didn’t hug her he just stood there holding the coffee until she finally shakily lowered her hands he held one cup out to her she was shaking so violently she could barely lift her arm

as she reached for it her trembling fingers brushed against his his hand was rock steady scarred and radiated a warmth that cut through the icy shock the brief contact was like an anchor the first solid thing she had felt since this started she took the cup he sat down not across from her this time but in the chair right next to her he took a sip of his own coffee and didn’t even wince at the taste he stared at the blank wall mounted TV he’s a K9 he said his voice quiet almost conversational Lena looked at him her vision blurry with tears

what he’s not a pet Harvey clarified his gaze still on the TV he’s a warrior Lena just stared at him confused they’re trained for this Harvey continued as if stating a simple unchangeable fact they are trained to fight to endure and to survive this is his fight you just have to let him do his job it was the strangest most practical and most comforting thing anyone could have possibly said he wasn’t offering sympathy he was offering respect he was refraining it Apollo wasn’t just a victim he was a soldier in triage Lena took a shaky sip of the awful coffee

it burned her throat and for the first time in an hour her hands shook just a little bit less she nodded more to herself than to him a warrior she repeated her voice a raw whisper yeah he is Lena never made it home after Harvey left the clinic just as her own backup a shaken patrolman named Riley arrived she was driven to the precinct the sun was beginning to stain the eastern sky a pale sickly yellow filtering through the humid haze she spent the next three hours in a small windowless debriefing room now just after 7:00am she sat at her own desk in the squad room

which hummed with the early morning shift change the air smelled of burnt coffee industrial cleaner and the ozone from old computers her uniform was stiff with dried blood her own and Apollo’s her body ached a symphony of sympathetic pain and her hands still trembled as she tried to type her official report each keystroke was an agony forcing her to relive the moment the boots connected the sound of the ribs snapping her own useless screams her report was meticulous detailing every slurred word from Nico

every action taken by the men every second of the assault she named Nico Patrillo as the principal and noted his clear taunting words she typed until her fingers were numb Evans my office the voice belonged to captain Frank Miller a man in his early 50s who wore his 25 years on the force like a heavy coat Miller was a good cop with a weathered tired face and eyes that had seen too much but missed nothing he respected Lena he had personally approved her for the K9 program Lena stood her body protesting and walked into his glass walled office report in hand he gestured for her to sit

I just got off the phone with the hospital he said his voice gruff but not unkind your partner is out of surgery Doctor Thorne said it was touch and go but he’s stable the next 12 hours are critical a single hot tear of relief escaped and tracked a clean path through the grime on Lena’s cheek she just nodded unable to speak good Miller said looking at the report not at her now this he scanned the first page his face was neutral he scanned the second page and his jaw tightened he stopped his gaze fixed on a single typed name Nico Patrillo he looked up at Lena

his expression no longer just supportive but deeply profoundly worried Lena he said his voice dropping are you 100% certain on this name yes sir she said her voice hoarse but firm he introduced himself he called his father on the phone Miller leaned back in his chair the old leather groaning he rubbed his eyes his father of course he did he tossed the report onto his desk well it doesn’t matter Nikopatro was bailed out three hours ago Lena’s head snapped up what how I hadn’t even finished the report his lawyer was at the booking station before your backup even called it in

Miller said flatly this is Don Patrillo we’re talking about Lena not some street level boss this family is Savannah they own half the docks half the shipping and some say half the city council people who cross them have a tendency to disappear or worse he leaned forward his eyes boring into hers your report is perfect your actions were by the book but you need to understand what you just stepped on this isn’t a hornet’s nest this is a dragon’s lair he almost killed a police officer Sir Lena whispered her fury a cold hard stone in her stomach

he almost killed Apollo I know Miller said his voice grim and they will pay for that but not in the way you think they’ll pay a fine they’ll make a donation they’ll get a slap on the wrist but you he stood up you go home get some sleep I’m putting you on administrative leave for the next 72 hours standard procedure after an officer involved incident sir I’m fine that wasn’t a request Evans he said his voice leaving no room for argument go and watch your back seriously while Lena was in Miller’s office

Harvey Mitchell was in a sterile hotel room across town he had showered the blood and grime of the street washing away but he was not resting his laptop a sleek unmarked and highly encrypted piece of hardware sat on the cheap hotel desk he was a ghost and he had been seen he had left four men neutralized on a city street he needed to know the enemy he ran the name he’d heard the drunk kid whine Patrillo he wasn’t using Google he was using secure back channel resources skills honed by years of intelligence

gathering in hostile territories the information that populated his screen in moments was far more detailed than Captain Miller’s warning Donato Don Patrilo head of the Patrilo Shipping empire a front for one of the oldest organized crime syndicates on the East Coast the file was thick smuggling extortion labor racketeering and a long list of missing rivals the four men from the street were professionals and the son Nico Patrillo was listed with a string of dismissed charges reckless endangerment assault possession a spoiled volatile and untouchable asset

Harvey shut the laptop this was bad the officer Evans was tough but she was a cop she played by rules the Patrillo family did not he had seen this scenario play out a dozen times in foreign countries the local honest official who gets too close and is silenced he had just dropped her in the middle of a war she was not equipped to fight Lena walked out of the precinct the bright morning sun feeling like an assault she was exhausted angry and now officially on leave she felt utterly alone her personal car a simple practical sedan was parked in the far corner of the police lot

as she approached a man stepped out from behind a concrete pillar as if he had been waiting for her he was not a cop he was in his late 30s wearing an impeccably tailored silver gray suit that must have cost more than her car despite the already stifling humidity his dark hair was perfect his smile bright and disarming he held a slim leather briefcase this was Julian K the Patrilo family’s chief counsel Officer Evans he asked his voice smooth as silk a moment of your time I’m off duty Lena said her hand on her car door my apologies K said his smile never wavering

my name is Julian Kay I represent the Patrilo family and first I want to say that my client Nico is deeply deeply sorry for the misunderstanding last night he’s just a young man he was emotional you understand Lena’s hand tightened on the handle a misunderstanding he assaulted a police K9 K’s smile tightened just a fraction an unfortunate incident which is why the Patillo family as longtime supporters of Savannah law enforcement would like to make a substantial five figure donation to the city’s K9 unit

to ensure all your brave officers and their partners have the very best equipment he paused letting the offer hang in the air we only need one small thing a clarification your report it’s our understanding from several witnesses that your dog became agitated that it attacked my client’s vehicle first that he and his security were simply defending themselves a tragic accident Lena stared at him the sheer audacity of it the casual confident corruption she felt the blood drain from her face replaced by a cold sharp rage

are you attempting to bribe a police officer Mister Kay the question was flat dead Julian K’s smile evaporated it didn’t fade it vanished as if a switch had been thrown his face without the smile was cold reptilian he straightened his tie that’s a very accusatory term officer I was offering clarification but I see you’re not in a mood to be reasonable he took a small step closer his voice dropping to a confidential whisper such a shame this city can be a very dangerous place Officer Evans especially for someone who is distracted

grieving perhaps he looked past her toward the street I do hope you have good brakes on this vehicle the streets in Savannah they get very slippery when it rains he didn’t wait for a reply he gave her a small tight nod turned and walked to a pristine black Mercedes parked in a fire lane he slid in and glided silently out of the lot leaving Lena standing alone in the oppressive heat the threat hanging in the air heavier and more suffocating than the humidity itself Lena drove home in a daze the lawyer’s threat echoing in the stuffy 8:00am air

the 72 hour administrative leave felt less like a support measure and more like an isolation tactic they had taken her badge her gun and her partner she was a civilian sitting exposed in a car she now saw as a potential trap she checked her rearview mirror on every block convinced the black Mercedes was following her her apartment a simple ground floor unit in a quiet tree lined neighborhood suddenly felt like a death trap as she fumbled with her keys the flimsy lock on her front door seemed laughably inadequate she stepped inside double locked the knob

and slid the pathetic chain link latch across it wouldn’t stop anyone let alone the kind of men who worked for Don Patrio she was pacing the small living room every floorboard creak from the apartment above making her jump when her phone buzzed on the counter it was a text from an unknown number her heart leaped thinking it was a new threat she read the message how’s the warrior her breath caught there was only one person it could be her fingers trembled as she typed a reply erasing it twice he’s stable

out of surgery but in the critical phase she stared at the message wondering if she should add more before she could the phone buzzed again I’m aware of the threat your apartment is a tactical vulnerability I’m on my way Lena stared at the words tactical vulnerability it was the coldest most accurate and most terrifying description of her home she had ever heard she typed you don’t have to I’m fine the reply was instant no you’re not I’m 10 minutes out true to his word exactly 10 minutes later there was a quiet firm knock on her door

not the hesitant knock of a friend not the aggressive rap of a threat but something in between purposeful she looked through the peephole it was him he was wearing the same dark T-shirt and jeans but he had a canvas tool bag slung over one shoulder and in his other hand he held a small sealed hardware package she opened the door what’s that she asked her voice raspy Harvey Mitchell looked past her his eyes scanning the hinges the lock the proximity of the window to the door this he said holding up the package is a Grade 1 dead bolt what you have he motioned to her doorknob

is a suggestion may I come in he didn’t wait for a reply just moved past her his presence seeming to fill the small apartment he dropped the tool bag by the door you live on the ground floor your windows are single pane and your lock can be bypassed with a credit card he said his voice a low monotone as he surveyed the room it’s a nightmare where are your tools I in the kitchen closet she stammered he nodded and went to retrieve them for the next hour he worked the silence was filled only with the whir of a power drill the click of a ratchet

the scrape of the old lock being removed Lena just sat at her small kitchen table watching him he worked with the same terrifying economical precision he had used on the street no wasted motion he not only installed the new dead bolt but he used a small kit from his own bag to reinforce the door jam with a 3 inch steel plate then he moved to the windows installing simple secondary locks that would prevent them from being slid open from the outside thank you she said her voice small you didn’t have to do this

he finished tightening a screw on the last window lock and stood up they won’t try a subtle attack not after last night he said as if talking to himself they’ll either try to scare you like the lawyer or they’ll go for a hard entry this this just buys you time you should not be here alone he turned to her and his gaze finally softened just a fraction he looked at her hands which were raw and red from where she had scrubbed Apollo’s blood off them they’ve isolated you it wasn’t a question Lena nodded the wall she had kept up at the precinct finally starting to crumble

he’s all I have here she whispered the admission costing her my family’s in Oregon it’s just it’s just been me and him since the academy she traced a small faint white scar on the back of her hand he gave me this when he was a 12 week old puppy bit me right after I picked him out little monster a sad smile touched her lips I knew he’d be a great cop Harvey stood in front of her his own arms corded with muscle now streaked with drywall dust he instinctively rubbed a spot on his forearm a long puckered silvery white scar that ran from his wrist to his elbow

Lena’s eyes were drawn to it what about you she asked desperate to change the subject from her own pain is that from your work Harvey looked down at the scar as if seeing it for the first time he was quiet for a long moment he had been trained to lie to dissemble to create cover stories but he looked at her at the raw honest pain in her eyes and he found himself incapable of it Kandahar he said the word clipped and heavy shrapnel from a a bad call a friend of mine he didn’t make it this was just my reminder

it was the most he had told anyone in years he had just created a bond a shared vulnerability that was more intimate than any touch they stood in the quiet of the reinforced apartment two warriors from different worlds suddenly profoundly connected by the scars they carried the moment was broken by the shrill ring of her phone on the counter Lena’s entire body went rigid she stared at the phone the caller ID flashing Savannah Vet Clinic this was it this was the call her blood ran cold it had been hours they were calling to tell her he was gone

I can’t she whispered her eyes wide with panic I can’t answer it Harvey I can’t yes you can he said his voice firm he stepped forward picked up the phone and hit the Chao Shi Yi speaker button Officer Evans phone he said this is Doctor Thorn is she there I’m here Doctor Lena choked out her hands pressed to her mouth doctor please there was a pause Lena felt the world tilt ready to fall Officer Doctor Thorne’s voice came over the speaker and it was tired but not sad it was warm I just wanted to let you know your partner is a medical miracle

he’s as stubborn tough as nails fighter Lena’s knees gave out she grabbed the edge of the counter he he is his vitals have been rock solid for three hours the internal bleeding has stopped his lung function is improving the doctor said and she could hear the smile in his voice he’s not just stable anymore Lena he’s pulling through he’s going to make it the world snapped back into focus the relief was not a gentle wave it was a physical violent force a sound tore from Lena’s throat a combination of a sob and a scream

the phone slipped from Harvey’s hand and clattered to the counter Lena didn’t even notice she turned and in a blind rush of released terror and gratitude she launched herself at Harvey she buried her face in his T-shirt her arms wrapping around his solid frame and she sobbed Harvey stood frozen for a half second his entire body rigid completely unused to this kind of contact then slowly as if his arms were remembering a long forgotten language he raised them he didn’t just pat her on the back his arms encircled her

one hand moving to the back of her head holding her securely as she wept he said nothing he just stood there a solid immovable object protecting her as she finally finally broke the relief that had flooded Lena’s apartment when Doctor Thorne gave her the good news had evaporated with the morning light now 48 hours into her administrative leave the reinforced locks on her doors and windows felt less like a defense and more like the bars of a cage she was a police officer and her entire life was built on action on movement on purpose

now her purpose was pacing the three room perimeter of her apartment she had no badge no gun and her partner was in an ICU she was isolated and the silence was deafening amplifying every creak of the building every car that passed on the street she had called the clinic twice Apollo was improving the vet said he was angry and sore which was the best news she had ever heard he was a warrior just as Harvey had said her phone buzzed with an incoming call and her heart leaped but it was just her captain Frank Miller Evans

his voice was strained all business I need you to come in now just come in the squad room felt alien she was in civilian clothes her service weapon locked at home her belt empty she felt naked the other cops men and women she had joked with just days before suddenly found their computer screens fascinating they wouldn’t meet her eyes this was the blow from the Patrilo family not a direct attack but the cold creeping rot of isolation she was already a pariah she walked into Miller’s office he looked like he hadn’t slept sit down Lena

he didn’t offer her coffee I’m going to be straight with you he said staring at a file on his desk this this Patrillo thing it’s out of my hands I’m getting pressure from downtown from people I don’t even know he finally looked up his eyes pained the department’s launching a formal internal affairs investigation Lena’s blood ran cold an investigation into what into me getting assaulted into them trying to kill my K9 no Miller said and he looked ashamed they’re investigating your escalation of a routine traffic stop

they’re investigating the excessive force used by your unidentified accomplice who put four men in the hospital Lena felt like she had been punched accomplice he saved me he saved Apollo those men were animals and he disappeared Miller slammed his hand on the desk a rare show of his own fury he’s a ghost Lena a ghost who broke one man’s arm caved in another’s ribs and nearly strangled a third the Patrillo family’s lawyer Julian Kay is filing a formal complaint against the department and you for orchestrating an illegal violent attack on his client’s security detail

Lena was speechless the sheer twisted audacity of it they were flipping the entire narrative they were painting her as the villain and Nico she finally whispered Nico Patrillo has filed a harassment complaint against you Sir Lena said her voice shaking with a rage so cold it burned that is a lie you know it’s a lie it doesn’t matter what I know Miller roared then lowered his voice don’t you get it they’re making you the problem the department is going to hang you out to dry to make this go away he sighed

the anger draining out of him leaving only a weary administrator I’m not suspending you anymore Lena I’m ordering you to desk duty effective immediately you’ll be in the archives reviewing cold cases no contact with the street no access to active files and you will not under any circumstances try to contact your witness again is that clear it was clear she was being buried this was the real attack not with a crowbar but with a pen with policy this was how the Patrilo family won that night Harvey Mitchell sat in the driver’s seat of a nondescript gray sedan parked across the street from Lena’s apartment

he had traded his hotel for this car he had seen her leave the precinct her shoulders slumped her entire posture radiating defeat he had seen the way the other cops avoided her he had seen this exact tactic in Afghanistan isolate the asset cut them off from support break their morale make them an easy target he knew with absolute certainty that the real attack was coming tonight they had tested her with the lawyer they had weakened her with the department now they would send the wolves the sun set and the Savannah gas lamps flickered on

casting their weak golden light the street was quiet wrapped in the humid embrace of the night Harvey was perfectly still he was a creature of the dark of the long patient wait he ate a flavorless protein bar and drank warm water his eyes never leaving the front of her apartment building at 2:00am it happened a dark blue commercial van with a faded Acme Plumbing logo on the side rumbled down the street and parked badly half on the curb no plumber worked at 2 a m the van’s licence plates were caked in thick fresh MUD deliberate the side door slid open and two men emerged

these were not the suited professionals from the first night these were blunt instruments they were large wearing dark hoodies and work pants and they were both carrying long heavy crowbars they walked directly toward the walkway toward Lena’s ground floor unit they never made it to the door Harvey was out of his car before the van sliding door had thunk shut he moved like smoke his feet silent on the grass using the shadow of a massive Live Oak to cover his approach Lena’s apartment building had an external

wooden stairwell leading to the second floor units creating a dark three sided alcove at its base the men passed it their focus on Lena’s door Harvey emerged from that alcove directly behind them wrong apartment he said his voice a low calm vibration in the night the first man the smaller of the two spun around surprised he raised the crowbar he was too slow Harvey didn’t attack the man he attacked the weapon he drove the Ayo heel of his palm into the man’s wrist breaking his grip the crowbar clattered loudly on the concrete walkway at the same moment

Harvey’s other hand formed into a rigid blade struck the man’s throat a single precise and silencing blow the man collapsed his hands clawing at his neck making no sound but a wet gagging gasp the second man was bigger faster he roared and swung his own crowbar in a wide horizontal arc a blow that would have decapitated Harvey but Harvey was no longer there he had ducked under the swing inside the man’s reach as the man’s momentum carried him forward Harvey rose up he grabbed the man’s wrist with one hand

and his elbow with the other he used the man’s own forward momentum spun and slammed the man face first into the solid brick wall of the stairwell the impact was a sickening hollow thud like a melon striking pavement the man didn’t make a sound he just slid down the wall a heap of unconscious muscle inside the apartment a light snapped on Lena was on her feet her heart pounding she had heard it the clatter of the crowbar on the concrete she crept to her door her hand on the new deadbolt Harvey had installed

she looked through the peephole she saw nothing the walkway was empty the gas lamp cast long empty shadows there was no one there she was shaking convinced she was now imagining threats that the pressure was finally making her see ghosts she backed away from the door her own home now her enemy across the street Harvey Mitchell settled back into his driver’s seat he had dragged the two unconscious men from the walkway dumped them unceremoniously in the back of their own van and taken their keys he would deal with that later

he watched her light go out he watched her apartment go dark and he resumed his watch the archives were a tomb Lena was buried in paper her new desk a grey metal slab in the precinct’s windowless basement the air was dry smelling of decomposing files and dust her new partner was a wheezing photocopier from the last century this was Captain Miller’s desk duty a deliberate soul crushing isolation for two days she had reviewed cold cases the ink blurring her mind replaying the sound of the crowbar on the concrete

a sound she was now convinced she had imagined she was the department pariah the woman who had stirred the dragon and was now being offered as a sacrifice her anger had curdled into a cold heavy resignation they had won the Patrilo family with their lawyers and their invisible choking influence had successfully erased her she was a ghost in her own department that evening as she walked to her car in the secure police lot a shadow separated itself from the concrete pillar beside her car Lena’s hand flew to her hip

her fingers finding only the denim of her jeans they buried you Harvey Mitchell’s voice was a low vibration in the twilight he was just there she hadn’t heard him hadn’t sensed him and it terrified her what are you doing here she hissed looking around the lot you can’t be here they’re investigating you they’re calling you my accomplice I am he said his face impassive in the deepening shadows this is what they do I’ve seen it they isolate the target discredit them make them invisible then they remove them

he took a step not toward her but to the side scanning the roofline of the adjacent building the men I dealt with at your apartment they weren’t junkies they were professionals just sloppy they were sent to frighten you the next ones won’t be Lena leaned against her car the wave of despair she had been fighting all day finally washing over her so what she whispered it’s over they won I’m in the basement Apollo is in recovery and Nico Patrillo is probably on a yacht somewhere I have nothing you’re wrong Harvey said his voice was cold sharp and it cut through her self pity

you have an invitation that made her look up what you’re a cop Lena you believe in the system and that system just betrayed you you can’t win by their rules so we’re going to play by ours he finally looked at her his eyes dark and intense we’re not going to fight them we’re going to expose them we are going to get them on tape the plan was audacious reckless and brilliant it was also Lena knew completely illegal Harvey’s logic was that the lawyer Julian K had already offered a bribe he wanted her to take it you’re going to call him Harvey said not as a cop

as a broken terrified woman who wants her life back you’re going to take the money and then what Lena asked her pulse hammering a wire Harvey said my wire not the department’s get Kay and Nico in the same room get them to admit to the bribe to the attack to the threats get them to say why we get that we burn their whole house down an hour later Lena sat on her living room floor Harvey standing in the corner by the window a silent statue her hands were shaking but this time she used it she dialed the number on Julian K’s business card he answered on the second ring

Mister Kay she said her voice a perfect imitation of a person on the verge of collapse this is this is Officer Evans Lena Evans she could hear the smile in his voice officer what a pleasant surprise I do hope you’ve had time to reconsider our offer of clarification I I can’t Lena stammered reading from the script Harvey had laid out they put me in the archives they’re they’re trying to fire me this isn’t I just want it to be over please I’ll I’ll clarify I’ll do whatever you want Kaye’s voice was honey smooth

I’m so glad to hear you’ve seen reason Lena these things are best handled quietly a private matter the donation Lena said the the money you offered I need I need help of course my dear Kay said we are above all compassionate the meet was set midnight an old disused shipping warehouse on the river part of the Patrillo’s older property Harvey prepped her he taped a high fidelity digital recorder no bigger than a credit card to the small of her back he handed her a tiny flesh colored earpiece one way he said I can hear you you can’t hear me do not talk to me if I need you to get out

I will override the feed with a triple click static pulse you hear that you walk out no matter what he then handed her a small sub compact 3 80 pistol she looked at it where did you get this don’t ask he said it’s clean it’s your last resort you’re not going in to be a hero you are an actress get the recording and get out I’ll be on Overwatch I’ll be your ghost the warehouse loomed out of the darkness by the Savannah River the humidity was gone replaced by a cold wet chill that smelled of rust dead fish and decay

the place was a skeleton of steel and corrugated tin Lena parked where they told her her headlights cutting a small cone of light into the abyss she got out her heart a cold drum against her ribs she was alone showtime she whispered she walked toward the single open bay door the interior was massive cavernous and lit by only a few bare dangling bulbs in the center she saw Julian Kay the lawyer his silver gray suit looking ridiculous in the filth Lena my dear he said his arms open I’m so glad you came

but he wasn’t alone Lena stopped her blood turned to ice standing next to Kay was Nico Patrillo and flanking Nico were six men these were not the street thugs these were not the suited professionals these men wore black cargo pants plate carriers and carried short barreled rifles they were quiet their eyes cold and flat they were operators mercenaries what is this Lena said her hand instinctively moving to her side this Nico said stepping forward his voice no longer slurred but sharp and hateful this is pest control he laughed

a high ugly sound you really think I’m stupid enough to pay you after what you and your phantom friend did to my men he gestured to the mercenaries this is my new security detail cost my father a Fortune X delta I think he smiled I came to pull this weed by the root at that exact moment from a perch on a loading crane half a mile away Harvey Mitchell watched the scene through the high powered optics of a spotting scope he saw the men he saw their weapons their posture the way they scanned the rafters he saw the small almost invisible

glint of a sniper’s scope on a rooftop across the river he didn’t speak he just clicked the transmit button on his radio sending three sharp deafening bursts of static into Lena’s earpiece abort abort abort Lena flinched at the sound she got the message I I forgot my bag in the car she stammered taking a step back one of the mercenaries instantly moved blocking the door no Nico said his smile fading you’re not going anywhere in her ear she heard Harvey’s voice for the first time a grim tense whisper that overrode the static Lena it’s a trap

they knew they’re on coms and they’re jamming the recorder they have counter overwatch they were waiting for me too the world narrowed to the sound of Harvey’s voice in Lena’s ear a grim tense whisper over the static it’s a trap they knew they’re on coms and they’re jamming the recorder they have counter overwatch they were waiting for me too Nico Patrillo’s voice was a gleeful sneer in the vast dark warehouse you look scared officer you should be you and your ghost friend walked right into he was cut off not by a gunshot but by a sound like a giant whip cracking

followed by an explosive pop from outside the few bare bulbs hanging from the rafters didn’t just flicker they exploded in a shower of sparks and the entire cavernous warehouse was plunged into a suffocating absolute darkness it was so total it felt like a physical weight Harvey’s first shot from his position on the crane half a mile away had not been at a person it had been at the main power transformer on the pole feeding the entire block this was not a blackout this was an amputation for a single stunned second the warehouse was silent then the chaos began

what what was that Nico shrieked his voice cracking one of the mercenaries a trained operator shouted flashlights get lights on now find the door instantly six powerful white beams from their weapon mounted lights sliced through the darkness they were blind sweeping the empty spaces creating long dancing and perfect targets in her ear Lena heard Harvey’s voice now deadly calm counter sniper first stay down stay in shadow do not move across the river in a derelict rice mill the other sniper the one waiting for Harvey adjusted his own night vision optics

he had seen the muzzle flash from the crane he smiled settling in for the kill he never saw Harvey’s second shot Harvey a master of his craft had already moved 20 yards down the crane’s gantry after his first shot the counter sniper was aiming at a ghost Harvey’s rifle spoke once a heavy thud echoed faintly across the water the enemy sniper’s scope and the man behind it were neutralized overwatch is blind Harvey whispered in Lena’s ear now we work in the dark Lena was no longer a target she was a cop she had been buried in the archives but she had spent those days reading cold cases

reading about survival she didn’t have night vision but she had the three 80 Harvey had given her and she had her training she crouched behind a rusted iron support pillar the metal cold against her cheek the mercenaries were still shouting moving in pairs their beams cutting the darkness stay still Lena Harvey commanded let them come right a mercenary his senses on fire heard the faint whisper and spun his light catching the pillar she was hiding behind there he yelled but Harvey’s voice was already in her ear move left now

Lena scrambled rolling from one pillar to the next as a burst of automatic fire tore through the space she had just been the bullets ricocheted the sound deafening in the enclosed space she was breathing she was moving she was fighting Harvey was now doing what he did best he was using the chaos he had created from his perch he was an avenging angel his high powered scope seeing everything he was not a killer not tonight he was a surgeon he saw two mercenaries take cover behind a stack of rotted pallets hostiles 40 feet your left he murmured stand by

a single shot from his rifle and the steel girder above the men exploded not the men the girder a shower of rust sparks and a heavy dislodged piece of ironwork crashed down onto their position there were two sharp cries and then silence from that corner two more men were near the door trying to get out Harvey’s voice was a whisper in her ear the two at the door they’re mine two more shots so fast they sounded like one not at the men at the ground just in front of their feet the concrete exploded sending high velocity chips of stone into their shins they screamed and dropped

their legs shredded by the Spall they were out of the fight now there was just Nico his one remaining bodyguard and the Lawyer K who was whimpering somewhere in the dark where is he Nico screamed firing his own small pistol blindly into the darkness find him the last mercenary grabbed Nico trying to drag him toward a small office in the back this way boss get Harvey’s voice was in Lena’s ear last one he’s yours Lena move up 10 yards Lena moved she was done hiding she ran low and fast through the shadows

the mercenary saw her movement raised his rifle but he was blinded by his own flashlight he was looking for a threat he didn’t see the one right in front of him Lena didn’t use the gun she used her training she slammed into him her shoulder hitting his diaphragm and drove him backward into a metal wall she didn’t stop she brought her knee up hard and then delivered a perfectly executed CQC strike to his throat he dropped the rifle gagging he was done it was just Nico he stood paralyzed his pistol useless in his trembling hand the darkness which had been his weapon

was now his prison Lena stepped out of the shadows he didn’t even see her until she had the 3 80 pressed against his temple he yelped and dropped the gun please don’t he whimpered it was a joke Lena didn’t shoot him she hit him a single solid open palm strike that sent him reeling against a support beam she grabbed his wrist twisted it behind his back with painful professional force and snapped her own handcuffs on him the click of the cuffs was the loudest sound in the warehouse Nico Petrillo she panted

her voice shaking but strong you are under arrest again in her ear Harvey’s voice was quiet it’s done I’ve made the call get away from the windows what Lena asked the cavalry is on its way he said and I’m a ghost the earpiece went dead with a final click of static five minutes later the first sirens wailed in the distance ten minutes later the warehouse was bathed in a flashing hell of red and blue light Captain Frank Miller was the first one through the door his gun drawn his face a mask of disbelief he saw Lena alive dirty but standing

he saw Nico Patrillo cuffed to a beam he saw six mercenaries and a lawyer all neutralized groaning but alive he saw the sniper rifle across the river which another team had already recovered he holstered his weapon and just stared at Lena Evans he said his voice full what in the name of what did you do Lena just looked at him her hand still shaking I was on desk duty sir she said her voice raw I was reviewing a cold case one week later the sun was high over Forsythe Park the air was clear and the humidity had finally broken

Lena in jeans and a T-shirt threw a bright blue ball it was caught midair by a blur of sable colored fur Apollo his ribs wrapped in a white medical harness but his tail wagging bounded back to her healthier and happier than he had been in weeks he dropped the ball at her feet and barked she was about to throw it again when a shadow fell over her he looks good Harvey Mitchell said he was wearing the same plain clothes but he had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder his recovery is impressive he’s a warrior Lena said smiling

someone told me that they stood in comfortable silence for a moment just watching the dog my leave is up Harvey said I’m shipping out Lena’s smile faded but she nodded she had known this was coming where I can’t tell you that he said she nodded will you be back he didn’t answer he just looked at her his gaze holding hers you’re not in the archives anymore I heard Miller put you up for a commendation and Don Patrio he’s a little too busy with a federal investigation to bother you Lena couldn’t help but smile

thank you Harvey don’t thank me he said he reached out his fingers lightly brushing the new high grade dead bolt on her apartment door that hadn’t been there yesterday he had installed it while she was at the park just keep your locks secure Lena looked at the lock then back at him it’ll hold she said her voice soft but not as well as you he gave her a single sharp nod it was the closest he would ever come to a salute then he turned and walked away melting into the crowd of tourists and students disappearing just as he had in the alley

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