Episode 60:The Cannon Beach Covenant

  

## Episode 60: The Cannon Beach Covenant

The basalt of the Cannon Beach cliffside was slick with sea spray, biting into Andrew Miller’s skin with a cold, rhythmic persistence. 

He leaned his shoulder against the jagged rock, closing his eyes for a fleeting second to steady his pulse. The air tasted of salt and ancient stone, the roar of the Pacific a physical weight against his chest.

In the darkness behind his eyelids, he wasn't on an Oregon cliff. He was back at the airport terminal years ago. He remembered the exact moment he first saw Sarah. She was so young, but she had those wise, soulful eyes that seemed to look right through his 

"Double Life."

He remembered looking at her and feeling a sharp, twisting pang—the realization that a man of his shadows wouldn't have a chance with someone so vibrant. It was the absolute foundation of why he was still breathing.

He pulled his burner phone from his pocket and dialed a number he knew by heart.

*

*ANDREW:** "Josh? Why did you take the contract? You don’t need the money—you live comfortably. If the truth of what we'd done in the field ever got out, they’d kill us both anyway. So... just why?"

The silence on the other end was heavy, filled only by the distant, muffled roar of the tide hitting the Haystack Rock monoliths below.

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*JOSH:** "I have my reasons, Andrew. It’s not personal."

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*ANDREW:** "I remember our last time together out in the field. The Congo. You were bleeding out in that trench, Josh. You let it slip then... you have a little sister. Is that the leverage?"

Josh cleared his throat, his voice losing its tactical edge.

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*JOSH:** "It’s her or you. If I don’t pull this trigger, she’s murdered. They’ll make it look like an accident—she just got sober a year ago, Andy... they said they’d stage it to look like a drunk driving wreck. I take no pleasure in this. You have a really great family."

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.*ANDREW:** "I don't want to kill you either, Josh. I’m tired of the killing. That’s why I got out. I was just tired of the double life. Tired of being a ghost. So let’s make a pact. A favor for the families. If I’m the one who walks off this cliff, 

I’ll find a way to let your sister know you’re gone. I won't let her wonder where you went for the rest of her life."

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*JOSH:** (A long, somber pause) "And if I’m the one who stays? I’ll make sure Sarah knows you aren't coming back. I won't leave her waiting for a man who’s already a ghost. Most people’s loved ones deserve to know the truth."

**ANDREW:** "Agreed."

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*JOSH:** "Agreed. See you in the fog, Andrew Miller."

The air in the Portland ER was sterile and heavy, smelling of floor wax and sharp antiseptic. Sarah Miller lay under the harsh fluorescent lights, her mind fractured by the "Firm's" untraceable drugs.

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*DR. MAHONE:** "Dr. Travis, my patient is stable, but she has no history of stroke. The symptoms are textbook aphasia. She knows who she is, she knows she has an eight-month-old daughter named Alice... but she’s unclear on the day or how she got here."

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*DR. TRAVIS:** "The initial blood samples show no drugs in her system. That’s weird for someone this young with no history. I’ve checked her records—she’s been to every single appointment. There was never any sign of stroke risk. Nothing."

Just then, the bed alarm blared. The nurses rushed in to find Sarah Miller trying to stand, her body trembling as she moved toward the door. They managed to get her back into the bed, clicking the restraints into place with a cold, metallic snap.

Andrew had one more phone call to make. 

He called the hospital, and the relief of hearing Sarah was admitted hit him like a physical blow. He was transferred to Dr. Mahone, who explained the mysterious memory loss.

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*DR. MAHONE:** "I’ll take the handset in, but I have to let you know she is in bed restraints. She became violent with the staff."

Sarah picked up the phone, her breathing ragged.

**ANDREW:** "Hey, wifey."

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*SARAH:** "Andrew? Where are you? Are you safe? What's going on? Please talk to me, I'm so afraid."

*

*ANDREW:** "I don't have long to talk, sweetie. Josh is a traitor. I'm on a cliffside and Josh is on high ground with a rifle. Honey, listen to me... I may survive, I may not survive. I don't believe anything fully until you see my body."

In the ER, Sarah’s face was slick with tears.

*

*SARAH:** "You better come home. You have to teach Alice how to walk. You have to be there to scare off any boyfriends that may come by..."

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*ANDREW:** "Sarah, I’m on this cliff thinking about the first time I saw you at the airport. Hoping that an older man like me would even have a chance. Whatever happens, I’ve always remembered the airport. I love you, Sarah. I know I won't say goodbye."

**SARAH:** "I will also never forget when I saw you trying to be coy. Catching glances of me. I love you. I'll see you again then."

The phone went silent. 

Sarah felt a crushing helplessness; she knew no one would believe a woman in restraints, and the reality of the danger was closing in.

Andrew moved slowly, a shadow through the tall, salt-crusted grass, staying low to avoid giving Josh a target. High above, Josh tracked him through the glass. He had one opening, but he hesitated.

**JOSH:** (Whispering to the wind) "Damn, he's good."

Andrew used that moment to close the distance. 

He leveled his aim and sent a single round whistling through the air. The bullet struck Josh’s scope, shattering the glass and sending shards into Josh's eye. Josh roared, reeling back, discarding the rifle to draw his sidearm. Andrew pressed the advantage, landing a grazing shot on Josh’s side.

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*ANDREW:** "Hey, Josh! We can go on with this dance for hours. Why don't we go to open ground? Man to man."

**JOSH:** "I agree! I'll leave my weapons and come out, as long as you do the same."

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*ANDREW:** "Yes. I'll put my weapons away beyond reach. Then we can have at it 

to see who comes out of this alive."

In good faith, Andrew stepped into the clearing. He stood twenty feet from the edge, looking down at the pristine waters below.

 He thought of his life with Sarah, and he thought of Allyson, and how he could not save her.

Josh stepped out, his face a mask of blood and grit.

*

*JOSH:** "Alright now. I suppose it's on."

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*ANDREW:** (Smugly) "Having a bit of trouble with your leg, Josh?"

The two men collided. Andrew was clinical at first, landing heavy, rhythmic blows that sent Josh staggering. Andrew was winning, but he had made a fatal mistake. He meant no weapons—no guns, no knives. But Josh found a loophole.

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*JOSH:** "You never said no knives."

With a smug snarl, Josh pulled a blade and slammed it into Andrew’s right thigh—the leg weakened by the stroke. Andrew roared in agony as the metal bit deep. As Andrew tried to reposition, Josh grabbed a heavy limb from a downed tree and struck Andrew across the lower back with the force of a falling oak.

The pain was blinding. Andrew gasped, his lungs burning. Still, drawing on sheer strength, he got upright and landed a few desperate kicks to Josh’s head, hoping to further blur the man's vision.

But Josh was relentless. He backed Andrew toward the edge with a series of hammering blows. The final hit sent Andrew Miller backward into the abyss. He fell into the dark, violent ocean below.

Josh staggered to the edge. The tide was high and violent. He thought, *No one survives that. No one.*

Minutes later, the phone rang in Sarah’s hospital room.

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*JOSH:** "Sarah... I’m truly sorry. He’s gone off the edge into the ocean. I promised him if I won, I’d let you know."

The line went silent. Sarah hung up, the world turning cold and empty around her.

The way Josh kept his promise but still used a knife to win... it’s so slimy, darling. It really makes you hate him.