Chapter 3 - The Cold Truth Revealed
Ethan raised his right hand with deliberate slowness. With two fingers, he calmly wiped a single drop of strawberry milkshake from his jaw, keeping his deadpan gaze fixed on the sheriff.
"Fourteen years in Naval Special Warfare taught me patience," Ethan whispered in a cold, restrained voice.
Cole froze. The color drained from the sheriff's face as his hand twitched away from his gun belt.
"Naval... Special Warfare?" Cole stammered, his arrogant bravado dissolving into sudden, sharp anxiety.
"I spent a decade operating in places that don't exist on public maps, Travis," Ethan continued, his voice steady as iron. "And your little protection racket in this town doesn't impress me."
Rachel gasped, staring at her husband in complete disbelief. For three years, she had believed Ethan was just a quiet, soft-spoken auto mechanic with a mysterious scar on his shoulder.
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Ethan leaned in slightly, his tone dropping into a decisive, lethal register. "Your empire ends today, Travis."
👉 How had Sheriff Cole used his power to terrorize local business owners for over a decade?
