Chapter Five
Lana took her last sip of tepid coffee as she pulled up to the gate of the sprawling ranch. For a moment, she doubted she was in the right place. The sign on the wrought iron at the front of the establishment said Bellflower Ranch. It was an impressive piece of ironwork. At its center, was a flower with drooping petals, painted a faded shade of purple.
Lana hadn’t needed her investigative journalist skills to tell her that the bellflower and the Purple Heart insignia were one and the same. Her mother had been in the Air Force. It’s why, for most of her life, Lana had spent summers at her grandparents’ home. Her mother was often deployed, and Lana had been enrolled in a girls’ boarding school for the rest of the months.
Ethan Hunt had also been in the Air Force, but he’d die
