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Chapter 4

Cole was beside her in an instant. “Show me.” The X-ray image showed it clearly — a sophisticated tracking device, far more advanced than standard military issue. Cole recognized the technology immediately. International smugglers used them to track valuable cargo across borders.

“How long has it been active?” Dr. Whitfield typed rapidly, pulling up the device’s broadcast logs. “At least three years.” She looked up, and Cole had never seen fear in her eyes before. “Sir — it’s been transmitting your location since the moment you brought him here.”

Three days. Someone had been watching for three days. Cole’s compound location, his movements, his security patterns — everything compromised. “Who installed this?” Dr. Whitfield whispered.

But Cole was staring at the X-ray, his mind connecting pieces into a picture that made his blood run cold. A rejected military dog. A tracking device embedded for three years. An American colonel who dealt in weapons trafficking and made problems disappear. This dog wasn’t just evidence. He was bait. And Cole had taken it.

He looked at Titan, who was now watching him with complete focus. The facade had dropped. This was the real animal — intelligent, patient, waiting. Then Cole did something that made Dr. Whitfield’s blood run cold. He smiled.

“Don’t sedate him for the removal. Not yet.” He straightened, his voice carrying the calm of someone who’d just found the advantage in an ambush. “And Dr. Whitfield — leave the tracker in for now.”

“You’re using yourself as bait.”

“No,” Cole corrected, looking at Titan, whose amber eyes gleamed with understanding. “I’m giving them enough rope to hang themselves. They’ve been watching me for three days, thinking I’m just a gangster who bought a dog on a whim. Let them keep thinking that. Let them come.”

Titan’s ears perked forward. For the first time, his tail moved once — a deliberate acknowledgement. The dog understood the strategy: appear weak until the moment you strike.