Page 241 of Rangers Last Promise

“You’re not destroying something that belonged to him,” she says quietly. “You’re letting him finish what he started.”

I nod.

Then I fit the jaws around the lock.

The metal resists.

For fifteen years, Grant’s secrets have stayed inside this box.

One hard squeeze ends that.

The lock snaps.

No one speaks.

I put down the bolt cutters and lift the lid.

Inside is a folded green cloth.

A photograph.

Three envelopes.

And an Army Ranger patch.

My throat closes.

I recognize the patch.

I pick it up before I remember we aren’t supposed to touch anything.

Lieutenant Ross starts to object.

Then she sees my face.

She says nothing.

Mara touches the edge of the patch with one finger.

Her hand trembles.

I cover it with mine.

Beneath the patch is a photograph of eight men standing in front of a concrete building.

Grant.

Me.

Wolf.

Trigger.

Blaze.

Ace.

Havoc.