“That is a civil matter for the local police, Sarah,” Vance said, his voice dropping. “You know the regulations.”

“The local police are bought and paid for by Margaret Prescott,” I said. “And so is Senator Crane.”

“That is a very dangerous accusation to make without proof,” Vance said.

“I have the proof,” I said, my voice quiet and level. “I have medical records, a diary, and video evidence.”

Vance shook his head, his hand resting on the open file.

“It doesn’t matter what you have if you are court-martialed for how you got it,” he said. “They are pushing for a full inquiry, which means your security clearance is suspended as of this moment.”

“And if I refuse to cooperate?” I asked.

“Then they will transition this administrative hold into a formal charge sheet,” he said. “They are aiming for a dishonorable discharge and the forfeiture of your pension.”

He looked at me with something resembling pity in his eyes.

“They want to ruin you, Sarah,” he whispered. “They want to make sure no court will ever take your testimony seriously when it comes to Emily’s custody or her injuries.”