22
Back at the ranch, Sawyer showered and shaved before finally powering his phone back on. A few missed calls from Merissa, two from Remy. Three from a number with a 202 area code.
Washington D.C.
Could be anything, but…
He called back, figuring he needed a clear mind to deal with Remy.
“Hello?” came a woman’s voice.
“This is Sawyer Roman. I missed a few calls from this number.”
“Oh, Sawyer. Yes. This is Ariana Craig.”
Craig. As in, the wife of Darren Craig, his former unit commander. Also the only other person to make it out of their unit alive.
Sawyer’d only met Darren’s wife once, at a gala raising money for veterans, but he remembered her being a friendly face in a sea of strange civilians.
“Ariana,” he said, a dark feeling welling in the pit of his belly. “What can I do for
