“What does it say?”
The general slowly turned the page around.
Ryan saw his own name printed in black ink.
RYAN ASHFORD.
Beneath it were two red-stamped words.
SUBJECT IDENTIFIED.
Ryan’s lips parted.
“I don’t understand.”
General Bennett snapped the folder shut.
“No,” he said. “But Claire did.”
Ryan’s heart began to pound.
“What are you talking about?”
The general stepped closer until only a few feet separated them.
“My daughter didn’t marry you by accident.”
Ryan stopped breathing.
“She was investigating you.”
The driveway seemed to disappear beneath him.
“No,” Ryan whispered.
Bennett’s voice stayed deadly calm.
“Yes.”
Ryan shook his head violently.
“That’s not true. Claire loved me.”
“She did,” Bennett said, pain crossing his face. “That was the problem.”
The words were worse than hatred.
They were grief.
The Ashford Network
The woman in the suit opened another file.
“Six years ago, Lieutenant Colonel Bennett was assigned to a classified financial intelligence operation. The target was a private defense contracting network suspected of laundering money through civilian shell companies.”
