Chapter 22
The rear door of the black sedan opened, and a tall, silver-haired man in a dark trench coat stepped out onto the gravel drive.
He held a sealed manila envelope stamped with an unfamiliar federal intelligence seal that bore no return address.
Christian stood up slowly from the porch swing, his instinctual combat posture returning instantly as he eyed the stranger.
"Can I help you?" Christian called out, his voice sharp and authoritative.
The man ignored the question, walking steadily toward the porch until he stood at the base of the wooden steps.
"Mr. Vance, your corporate restructuring caught the attention of people much higher up than Arthur Sterling," the stranger spoke in a low, chilling whisper.
May you like
He tossed the manila envelope onto the porch table, turning back toward his car without another word.
Christian opened the envelope, pulling out a single photograph and a handwritten note that made his blood run cold.
