Page 275 of Broken Oath

Buildings.

Vehicles.

People.

An Alaskan harbor.

A warehouse beside the water.

Operators moving across a dock.

Wade kept his breathing even.

The interrogator began sliding the photographs toward him one at a time.

A retired SEAL Wade recognized from an old deployment roster.

A dark-haired woman stepping out of an SUV.

His pulse slammed once.

Sarah.

Five years disappeared.

He saw her at twenty-two, furious because he had missed her birthday. He saw her sitting beside him on the dock, stealing his beer and telling him he worried too much. He saw her the night before his final mission, asking why their father had suddenly become so secretive.

Sarah was alive.

And she was hunting.

The next photograph showed a broad-shouldered man standing in the snow near the warehouse.

James Callahan.

Rook.

Wade had met him only once during a joint operational briefing years earlier, but everyone in their world knew the man’s reputation.

Shadow Division.

Wade had heard the guards discussing the team when they believed the prisoners couldn’t understand them.

An ambush on the same mountain.

Multiple casualties.

Three survivors.

Now one of those survivors was standing beside Wade’s sister.

Hope struck him.

Violent.

Sudden.

Dangerous.