Pearl Harbor Rafe Mccawley Novels & Stories

And someone in my precinct someone in Hawks helped make that happen. Raffaele stood a few feet away, speaking low into a burner phone, coordinating with his contact. He moved with that same quiet control he always had. But I knew him too well to miss the edge in his tone, the tightness in his jaw. He was holding himself together for my sake. That thought did things to me. Things I couldn’t afford to feel right now. I turned away from the window and walked to the war table we’d set up blueprints, CCTV grabs, maps with red markers like blood drops. Travis hovered nearby, pale and shaken but doing his best to stay useful. He knew his survival depended on it.