CHAPTER 31-GRAVE

After the horrific terrorist attack on the wedding on the White House, the sorrow and rage engulfed the prosecutor Tristan Morris because his beloved wife was tragically killed leaving an unfillable void in his life.

"They took everything from me. I have to make them pay." Tristan was furious.

"Tris, we need to be careful." Henry cautioned. "The CIA is already investigating this. We can't do anything that might jeopardize their work." Henry knew Tristan's pain all too well, but he also sensed a dangerous undercurrent in his determination.

"The CIA??" Tristan scoffed. "They're too slow, too bureaucratic. They'll take forever to get anything done. I need to take matters into my own hands."

Despite Henry's concerns, he couldn't shake the feeling that Tristan was right. The CIA had been dragging its feet for months, and the terrorists responsible for the attack remained at large.

"Alright, Tris," Henry said reluctantly,"but we need to be methodical and discredit. We can't risk getting