THIRD PERSON POV
Detective Watson gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated the roads toward the motel where Hunter and the others were waiting. The early morning sun cast long shadows across the asphalt, but the light did nothing to brighten his mood. His thoughts were consumed by the events of the past 24 hours—the raid, the chaos, and the haunting aftermath.
Hunter wouldn’t like the news, Watson knew that much. His former SEAL teammate had a reputation for being as unyielding as a glacier and twice as cold when things didn’t go according to plan. And this? This was not going to sit well.
The operation had been brutal. As soon as Hunter's intel had come through, Watson and his team had mobilized. The Caputo syndicate had eluded justice for years, but this time, they’d made a
