I was five thousand miles from home when a nurse called me sobbing and said, “Blake… they broke both of your wife’s legs.”
PART 2: My official title sounded harmless enough: Army Logistics Officer. It was intentionally boring—a dry cover designed to make people look the other way. What Sheriff Mercer didn’t know was that for the last four years, I’d been embedded with a joint federal task force investigating multi-million dollar public corruption, racketeering, and land fraud….
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