It was just past 2:00 AM when Ghost stirred awake..not from a nightmare this time, but from the faintest creak of the front door. His instincts, sharper than any alarm system kicked in immediately. Years in the field had taught him the sound of a silent exit.

He sat up slowly, listening. Silence.

He checked the hallway empty. Her room was cracked open, bed empty, sheets tossed like she left in a hurry.

“Bloody hell..” he muttered under his breath. Sixteen. Reckless. Stubborn. Just like her mother.

Pulling on a hoodie over his black undershirt, Ghost moved like a shadow through the house. He bypassed the security system,she’d disabled it smart kid.