My mother-in-law shaved my head while I slept on the very night the United States Army promoted me into one of the most important commands of my career.

Beside it was a storage drive.

Sarah looked at me.

Ryan went pale.

Linda said, “That’s nothing.”

But nothing does not make guilty people stop breathing.

The deputies secured the device. A warrant would come later. For now, it was enough.

As we left, Ryan leaned close enough that a deputy stepped between us.

“You’re going to regret this,” he said.

I looked at the man I had married.

No, not married. Not really. Not in any honest sense.