Stripper by Night, Doctor by Deception
My father stood between me and them, propped up on a cane, breathing harder than he should’ve been, but still holding that strange spark in his eyes.
“This is my son,” he said, hisvvoice hoarse but steady. “Ryan.”
No one said a word.
He gestured toward the center table where a massive map of the city was spread out. Marked with circles, red lines, and names I didn’t recognize, but one name stood out in bold black ink:
LUCAS.
My fists clenched just seeing it.
“We’ve tracked Lucas down to a secured estate on the west side,” one of the men said, pointing to the map. “Walled compound, private guards, underground escape tunnels. He’s paranoid.”
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