My mother-in-law shaved my head while I slept on the very night the United States Army promoted me into one of the most important commands of my career.
Ryan shoved the lockbox through the window first, then tried to pull himself out. For one terrible moment, his sweater snagged on a bent latch. He thrashed, coughing, panic destroying what little coordination he had left.
I moved without thinking.
I grabbed the back of his sweater and yanked hard.
