Monroe closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, the fear had transformed into grim resolve. “Sheriff Madsen,” she said, “you’re coming with us. You’re going to tell me everything.” But before he could answer, a single gunshot echoed from the woods—sharp, deliberate.
Soldiers spun toward the sound. Madsen fell to his knees, blood spreading across his shoulder. And from the darkness came the chilling sound of footsteps. Who was hiding in those woods? And how far did this conspiracy reach?
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