Dawn crept across the fields like a wound healing. Cole watched it from the porch, coffee cold in his hands, eyes burning from another sleepless night. The farmhouse was quiet behind him. Everyone still asleep. They didn't know the truth yet. Not the full truth.
Kane was gone. Vanished. Thirty years of building an empire, and he had walked out of that office like a ghost. No trace. No trail. No one knew where he had gone or what he was planning.
But Cole knew one thing. Kane would come back. He had invested too much in the game to walk away permanently. Men like him didn't retire. They regrouped.
Cole's phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.
*"Kane is in South America. Venezuela. He has a safe house in the mountains. You'll never find it alone. —A Friend"*
Cole read the text thr
