EPILOGUE 2
Captain Mitchell Greyson rolled through the sleepy streets of Eden’s Ridge, Tennessee, eyes scanning, assessing, searching as he followed the directions of his GPS. Logic dictated he find his lodging first, make his way to The Misfit Inn. But something else had driven him to wait, to head to the bakery for the first part of this mission. Perhaps it was foolish to think about this as an op, but after more than thirty years in the Navy, he couldn’t just switch that mindset off. He was here to check on one of the men who’d been under his command. If that wasn’t his entire purpose for making this trip, well, he wasn’t quite ready to face the rest of it yet.
Bad Boy Bakers was set atop a little hill, nestled in a copse of trees that trailed on up the mountain. He pulled into the pa
