LOGIN“His clearance got flagged,” Beck murmured. “A colonel with twenty-two years of service. Flagged and pulled in for questioning just for attempting to access a file.”Nobody answered him. The word just sat there in the bedroom, turning over in all of their heads.“A cover-up that higher-ups are still actively protecting ten years later. Whatever Kessler was involved in, it didn't end when he died.” Jared muttered, leaning back against the headboard. His face was a mask of calculated calmness, though his fingers were still drumming restlessly against the mattress. “Whatever happened, whoever gave the order, they are still in positions… most likely higher positions that exposure would cost them something enormous.” “Damn,” Hayden said, chuckling lowly. “I know I’ve had business secrets I had to cover up, but none this deep, man.” Myla looked at Jared. He was staring into the fire, his eyes distant. “And they erased him. Not just his file. Him," Beck said, looking up from his laptop. “
“Mason?” Jared said again, tapping the screen to ensure the call hadn't dropped, his knuckles white. “Talk to me. What happened? Why were you sounding like that?”No one moved. No one breathed. The air itself felt heavy, as if the gravity around the Oakley villa had suddenly doubled.“Why am I sounding like that?” It was not a question. “Jared, I had my fucking commanding officer on my phone fucking two seconds ago asking me, very calmly, and very fucking politely, why I was trying to access a file that had no business being on my radar.”“Your commanding officer?” Beck repeated.“Yes, genius,” Mason hissed angrily. “And he was on me because his boss’s boss was on his ass!”“Fuck,” Beck hissed. “We did not know it was dangerous. Hell, we didn’t even know for certain that a K. Strauss existed. We were following a name on a document. That is all.”“Well congrafuckinglations,” Mason yelled. “The name on your document just put my career in front of a review board.”“Mason,” Jared said, hi
“I knew it,” Beck said for what had to be the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes. “I fucking knew there was something.”Myla laughed softly as she followed him back into the living room, finding the boyishly excited look on his face cute. “You’ve been pacing holes into the carpet since your revelation.”“Because this is huge, baby,” Beck exclaimed, gesticulating wildly. “This is the first real lead we’ve had that isn’t just creepy messages and direct threats.”“You should sit down before you vibrate through the floor,” she teased. He had the same feverish excitement that happened whenever his brain latched onto a puzzle.“And we still are not sure if it’s connected,” she added. “Nah. It is," Beck said, his eyes wide and bright. “For someone to vouch for a soldier’s mental health in a transition file, they have to be in the military themselves. It is the only way the clearance holds. If K. Strauss is a relative, then all the pieces will fit together.”Myla dropped into a sofa, wa
“There’s nothing,” Beck muttered in frustration, dragging both hands through his hair and gripping the ends.Hayden glanced up from the financial reports spread across his laptop on the outdoor table. “Nothing at all?”“Nothing.” Beck spun his laptop around toward them. “No tax history. No social security trail. No credit records. Utility bills or property records. No bank activity outside that one payment slip.” He tapped the screen harder. “It’s like K. Strauss existed for five minutes and then vanished off the face of the earth.”“Could be fake identification,” Jared said, grunting as he performed a series of lunges near the fountain. He was sweating. His shirt lay on the grass, showing the tight bandages across his shoulder. “No,” Beck said immediately. “It’s too clean.” Myla looked up from her book. “Too clean?”“That’s the problem.” Beck leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Fake identities usually leave sloppy trails somewhere. Tiny inconsistencies, old metadata, or timing i
Downstairs in the kitchen, Myla was helping the housekeeper prepare dinner. “You do not have to do this, Madame,” the housekeeper said, smiling as she watched Myla stir a pot of savory stew. “You should be resting with the masters.”Myla laughed, wiping a stray bit of flour from her cheek. “I like being busy, Colette. It keeps my mind off the phone calls and the news. Besides, Jared needs something hearty if he is going to keep stubborn about his recovery.”“Madame Colette,” Myla laughed as the woman swatted her hand away from a sauce pot again. Colette sniffed. “You should rest more,” she said and started stacking plates. Myla laughed.Over the last year, the older woman had become more than staff. She felt almost like family.“I’m okay,” Myla replied softly.Colette smiled. Then she hesitated like something was on her mind, but wasn’t sure if she should go ahead with it.Then she reached out and patted Myla’s hand. “You are a good woman, Madame,” Myla looked at her.The older wo
“Dead?” Jared barked into the phone, going still. “He’s dead? What the fuck do you mean he’s dead?”The sharp sound of his voice cut through the study. Beck immediately looked up from his laptop while Hayden straightened from where he had been leaning on a couch, reading.For the first time in days, his cane was leaning against a chair, unused. His body was healing fast, his military resilience pushing him toward a full recovery. But the news coming through his phone was enough to make his knees weak again.For the past two days, the atmosphere in the house had slowly begun to soften again.The outside world was still loud, but inside the estate, things had settled into something strangely domestic.Jared had started walking short distances without his cane.Myla’s PR team had successfully turned the scandal into an online joke, the memes spreading so fast that the original outrage had started mutating into entertainment.The internet was no longer screaming about a scandal. Instead







