Chapter 3
Carter stood up, his protective warmth instantly hardening into ice-cold tactical precision.
He walked to his mahogany desk and pressed a hidden biometric scanner hidden beneath the top drawer.
A concealed steel compartment slid open, revealing a encrypted satellite phone and a heavy tactical tablet.
Carter speed-dialed Jackson, his personal head of private security and a former Delta Force operator.
"Jackson, lock down the perimeter gates immediately," Carter ordered in a low, dangerous tone.
"Nobody leaves the estate, especially my wife and the housekeeper."
"Copy that, Boss," Jackson replied over the secure line. "SWAT-grade security units are closing the main gates now."
Carter opened the master surveillance app on his tablet, entering a master override code that bypasses the house's standard security controls.
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Evelyn believed she had erased the local camera logs three days ago, but Carter had built a redundant off-site server in Virginia.
He began scrubbing through forty-eight hours of high-definition footage recorded inside the mansion.
