_Chapter 14: The Hunt Begins_
Ethan's eyes scanned the streets, his mind focused on one person: Mike Anderson, the chief officer who had mocked his father's concerns about the corporation. Ethan's anger simmered just below the surface as he thought about the officer's words, the way he had belittled his father's fears.
He had been searching for Anderson for hours, tracking him to a local bar where he often met with other officers. Ethan's gut twisted with anticipation as he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the murmur of conversation. Ethan's eyes adjusted quickly, and he spotted Anderson sitting at a table with several other men. They were laughing and clinking glasses, oblivious to the danger lurking in their midst.
Ethan's gaze locked onto Anderson, his mind replaying the memories of his father's words. He could almost hear the officer's mocking tone, the way he had dismissed his father's concerns.
Without hesitation, Ethan made his way to the table, his movements fluid and deliberate. Anderson looked up, a mixture of curiosity and annoyance on his face, but Ethan's expression didn't waver.
"Mike Anderson," Ethan said, his voice low and even. "We need to talk."
Anderson's expression changed, a flicker of unease crossing his face. He glanced at his companions, but they seemed just as puzzled as he was.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Anderson said, trying to brush Ethan off.
But Ethan's eyes bored into his, and Anderson's bravado faltered. He knew who Ethan was, and he knew why he was there.
"Let's step outside," Ethan said, his voice firm.
Anderson hesitated, but Ethan's gaze didn't waver. He knew he had the upper hand, and he wasn't going to let Anderson escape.
As they stepped outside, the cool night air enveloped them, and Ethan's focus narrowed. He had a single goal in mind: to make Anderson pay for his role in his family's tragedy.
The streets were empty, the only sound the distant hum of traffic. Ethan's eyes locked onto Anderson's, and he took a step closer.
"You're going to tell me everything," Ethan said, his voice cold and calculated. "You're going to tell me about the corporation, about the cover-up. And then...then you're going to pay for what you did to my family."
Anderson's eyes widened, and he tried to step back, but Ethan's grip on his arm was like a vice. He knew he wasn't going anywhere.
The game had begun, and Ethan was ready to play.