Chapter 2: The Man Who Was Supposed To Be Dead
Commander Hayes locked the clinic doors.
That was the first thing he did.
The second thing he did was tell everyone to leave.
I stood in the middle of my own treatment room, staring at him.
“You don’t get to walk in here, bring me a dog with a dead man’s initials on his collar, and then start giving orders.””
Hayes didn’t react.
“I understand you’re upset.””
“Upset?””
I pointed at Ghost.
“My former partner’s military dog just recognized a command nobody has used in seven years.””
Hayes’ expression stayed controlled.
But his silence told me everything.
“You know who Ethan Cross is,” I said.
A muscle moved in his jaw.
“Yes.””
The answer hit harder than I expected.
I stepped closer.
“You knew.””
“I knew the name.””
“No. You knew enough to bring Ghost here.””
Hayes looked at the dog.
“He wouldn’t let anyone near him.””
“Except me.””
“Yes.””
“Why?””
He didn’t answer immediately.
Outside the window, rain began tapping against the glass.
Finally, he said, “Because Ghost wasn’t supposed to be found.””
My stomach tightened.
“What does that mean?””
Hayes walked toward the table and placed a folder down.
The folder had no official markings.
No military seal.
Nothing.
That scared me more.
“Three months ago, a recovery team found him.””
“Where?””
He hesitated.
“Afghanistan.””
The room seemed to shrink.
I stared at the folder.
“Impossible.””
“That’s what I thought.””
I opened it.
The first photograph showed Ghost.
Older.
Thinner.
But unmistakably him.
The second photograph showed a small abandoned structure in the mountains.
Then I saw the final image.
A person.
A man sitting against a wall.
My fingers went numb.
Because even though the picture was blurry, even though the face was partially hidden…
I knew him.
“No.””
My voice barely came out.
Hayes watched me carefully.
“Dr. Cole—”
“No.””
I pushed the photo away.
“That’s not possible.””
The man in the picture had the same scar above his eyebrow.
The same watch on his wrist.
The same way of sitting like he was ready to stand and fight at any moment.
Ethan.
Alive.
Or someone who looked exactly like him.
“He was recovered during an operation,” Hayes said.
“Recovered?””
“Yes.””
“Then why didn’t anyone tell me?””
His eyes dropped.
“That’s complicated.””
I laughed once.
A bitter sound.
“Everyone keeps saying that.””
Hayes didn’t argue.
Instead, he opened the folder to another page.
“This wasn’t a normal mission.””
I scanned the document.
My eyes stopped on one line.
Operation Black Hollow.
My blood ran cold.
Because I remembered that name.
Not because I was part of it.
Because Ethan was.
And because the official report said the operation never existed.
“You were told Ethan died,” Hayes said.
I looked up.
“Yes.””
“You were told Ghost died too.””
“Yes.””
“That report was false.””
The room went silent.
I looked at Ghost.
The dog was watching me.
Waiting.
Like he had been waiting for seven years.
“What happened to Ethan?””
Hayes looked away.
“I don’t know.””
That answer angered me more than a lie.
“You brought me here because you don’t know?””
“I brought you here because Ghost knows.””
I frowned.
“What?””
Hayes pointed at the dog.
“Every place we took him, he reacted the same way. He ignored every handler. Every command. Every military trainer.””
Ghost stood.
Hayes continued.
“Then he saw your picture.””
My chest tightened.
“My picture?””
“Yes.””
“When?””
“Before I brought him here.””
I stared at him.
“You tested him.””
“We needed to know if he remembered.””
“And?””
Hayes looked at Ghost.
“He did.””
The dog suddenly walked to the corner of the room.
He began scratching at the floor near an old storage cabinet.
I watched him carefully.
“Ghost?””
He scratched again.
Harder.
Hayes moved forward.
“What’s he doing?””
I walked closer.
“I don’t know.””
But deep down, something told me I did.
I opened the cabinet.
Inside were old training supplies, blankets, and equipment from retired service animals.
Ghost immediately grabbed a small black pouch buried underneath a stack of towels.
My breath caught.
Because I recognized it.
It was Ethan’s.
He always carried that pouch during missions.
“He had this?”” I whispered.
Hayes looked shocked.
“That wasn’t found with him.””
I opened it.
Inside was a folded piece of paper.
Old.
Damaged.
My hands shook as I unfolded it.
Only one sentence was written.
My heart stopped.
Because the handwriting was Ethan’s.
“Madison, if Ghost finds you, it means they lied.””
I couldn’t breathe.
Below that sentence was another line.
One that made every hair on my arms rise.
“Do not trust the man who brings him back.””
Slowly, I turned around.
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Commander Hayes was standing behind me.
And Ghost was growling at him.
