PART 3
But I had spent two weeks collecting what everyone else tried to bury.
Payroll records.
Phone logs.
Security footage.
Money trails.
And one $12,000 Rolex.
The mess hall doors opened at exactly 6:43.
The room changed temperature without changing temperature.
That was his talent.
Tank Rodriguez entered like the building had been waiting for him.
Six foot three.
Thick neck.
Perfectly pressed uniform.
SEAL insignia shining on his chest like a warning label.
Two younger troops stepped aside before he even reached them.
Tank loved that.
I could tell by the half smile.
May you like
Not happy.
Hungry.
