General Hayes turned to his officer.

“Get the local police to secure the perimeter of that residence,” Hayes ordered.

“And tell them we are on our way with a federal warrant.”

“Yes, sir,” the officer said, quickly stepping outside to make the call.

Hayes looked at Daniel, his gaze ice-cold.

“Mr. Vance, I suggest you stay right here,” Hayes said.

“An escort will be arriving shortly to take your statement.”

Daniel looked like a trapped animal.

His confidence was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, sweating panic.

“Morgan, please,” Daniel whispered, looking at me. “We can talk about this. Think about Emma.”

“I am thinking about Emma,” I said, my voice steady. “And I’m thinking about what you did to her mother.”

The officer with the tablet suddenly looked up, his eyes wide.

“Sir,” the officer said to Hayes. “We have another anomaly.”

“What is it?” Hayes asked.

“The cyber team just traced the original anonymous tip that launched the investigation against Captain Morgan,” the officer said.

I held my breath, waiting for the words.

“And?” Hayes prompted.

The officer looked at the screen, then at me.