“If you block the accounts, the cash stops.”

“They will dump her at a state facility or leave her on a bench.”

“Is that what you want?” she asked.

“And what does this have to do with my military housing allowance?” I asked.

“Why did my father forge my signature on those deployment authorization forms?”

“You don’t need to know about that,” Diane said.

“Just tell the front desk to let your father up.”

“Let him sign the custody release forms for the baby.”

“Never,” I said.

I slammed the receiver down on the cradle.

My hands were shaking so hard I almost dropped my cell phone.

I dialed Claire’s direct line at the Department of Defense.

She answered on the second ring.

“Donnelly,” she said.

“Claire, it’s Rachel,” I said, keeping my voice low.

“I need you to look up something for me right now.”

“Rachel?” Claire paused.

“You just had a baby. What’s going on?”

“My father is downstairs with the military police,” I said.

“He’s trying to declare me unfit.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s about the fraudulent accounts,” I said.