Marine Veteran Rescues Tied K9 in a Storm – Then FBI Uncovers a Dark Secret

Chapter 2

The storm weakened by dawn, but the harbor still breathed hard. Wind dragged sheets of gray cloud low across Port Blackwell, and the dock smelled of soaked rope and churned salt.

Silas backed his pickup into the open bay of his marine repair shop just as pale light crept across the horizon.

The shop was modest but orderly. Boat hulls rested on steel stands. A welding table occupied one corner. Pegboards held tools arranged with deliberate precision. A faded Marine Corps flag hung on the back wall, its edges frayed but clean.

The German Shepherd remained still in the passenger seat, watching through rain-streaked glass.

“Easy,” Silas murmured.