“My daughter’s life is already destroyed,” I said. “My career is a small price to pay.”

I turned and walked out of his office, my chest tight but my resolve hardening with every step.

As I walked down the corridor toward the exit, my personal phone in my purse vibrated twice.

I waited until I was inside my SUV, parked in the gravel lot, before I pulled the phone out.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

*Dr. Reeves is no longer at the hospital. They took his files.*

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

The Prescotts were moving faster than I anticipated, erasing the tracks before the sun was fully up.

I opened my glove compartment and looked at the USB drive sitting next to Emily’s worn diary.

The military chain of command was a dead end, and the state authorities were compromised.

I started the engine and backed out of the space, turning the vehicle toward the highway that led north.

If I was going to lose my uniform, I was going to make sure the Prescott dynasty fell with it.