Savannah Cole

When Savannah Cole walked into my office, I could see the weight of the world in her eyes. Her husband, Staff Sergeant Ethan Cole, left for his tour in the Middle East and never came home. No calls, no letters—nothing. The military won’t give her answers, just the same cold line: He completed his deployment. If that’s true, then where the hell is he? I’ve worked missing persons cases before, but this one stinks from the start. Paperwork that doesn’t add up. A soldier who vanishes into thin air. Doors slamming shut before I can even knock. Someone doesn’t want Savannah digging, which makes me damn sure I need to. The deeper I go, the messier it gets—classified files, off-the-record missions, and a trail that leads places it shouldn’t. I don’t know if Ethan Cole is dead, in hiding, or running from something bigger than both of us. But I do know one thing: someone wants this case buried, and if I’m not careful, I might be buried with it.