“She does,” Brandon agreed. “But the feds are a different story.”

He turned back to face me, his hands in his pockets.

“The money laundering involves offshore banks in the Caymans,” he said.

“Which accounts?” I asked, pushing him for the details.

“The accounts registered under the name *Apex Holdings*,” Brandon said.

“Margaret used the hospital’s charity funds to funnel cash into those accounts.”

He was giving me the exact names.

I reached into my pocket and felt the cold steel of the transceiver.

My thumb hovered over the power button.

“And the police chief?” I asked. “How was he paid?”

“A dummy corporation registered in Delaware,” Brandon said.

“It’s all on that drive you have.”

He took a step toward me, his hand outstretched.

“Do we have a deal, Colonel?”

I looked at his outstretched hand.

I looked at the folder on the desk.

My thumb pressed down hard on the side button of the transmitter.

A tiny green light began to pulse in the dark of my pocket.

The line was live.

“Let’s talk about Ethan,” I said, keeping my voice steady.