My Stepfather Sent Me To Patrol A Forest Sector With Standalone Wooden Stairs, Then Erased My Coordinates From The Dispatch Server
Rookie Ranger Leo Salinger arrived at the eastern gate thirty minutes after Jonah’s call, his breath fogging in the cool night air. He was visibly nervous, glancing over his shoulder. He fumbled with a set of master station keys, his hands shaking slightly.
“Ranger Kincaid,” Leo said, his voice tight. “Arthur told me you were suffering from severe heat exhaustion. He said you were… mentally unstable. He ordered me to keep you isolated in Sector 4 until a county transport arrived.”
Jonah didn’t speak. He walked to his patrol truck, parked discreetly in the cedar grove. He opened the door, exposing the cleanly cut transponder wires. He then pulled out the pre-dated appraisal forms he’d found earlier.
Leo’s eyes widened. He looked from the wires to the forms, then to Jonah’s steady gaze. His blind trust in Arthur fractured.
“He… he gave me five hundred dollars this morning,” Leo confessed, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Cash. Said I needed to ‘clean out’ your station locker. He told me there was a hidden black ledger. In the wall cavity behind the breaker box.”
The ledger. Arthur’s secret records. Jonah felt a cold resolve harden in his chest.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 8 to continue the story.
👉 Previous Decision: You watched Leo Salinger prepare to plant a wildlife tracking beacon in your kit.
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