Chapter 241: Prologue.

Volume 5: Intercepted Risk

Monday. Aegis Group Offices, Seattle, Washington.

LOGAN MULLER PRESSED HIS hand against his side. The stiff envelop crinkled in his sport coat pocket. It felt like he had a hundred pounds of led in there instead of the single piece of folded paper.

This was the right thing to do.

Wasn't it?

He could sense a weight slowly being lowered. It wasn't resting on him. Not yet. But as soon as he turned in his notice, that weight would be firmly on his shoulders.

His parents would never ask him to come home. That wasn't who they were. They'd both left the reservation where they'd been born when to blaze their own path. Do what they were passionate about.