Chapter 20 - A Silent Shadow Lingers Beyond The Secure Gates
Late one evening after the foundation office closed, Nathan walked out onto the front porch to check the evening mail.
As he flipped through the letters, a plain black envelope without a return address caught his eye beneath the stack.
He pulled it out, tearing open the heavy paper to find a single photograph printed on glossy stock paper.
It was a picture of the safehouse on the Hudson River taken from a distance, dated just twelve hours earlier.
No note was attached, only a faint watermark in the corner bearing the insignia of an old international intelligence syndicate.
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Nathan’s expression hardened instantly, the instincts of a survivor flaring back to life beneath his peaceful exterior.
He looked out toward the tree-lined street where a black sedan idled silently beneath the dim glow of a flickering streetlight.
