Jake stopped pacing and stared at me.

“Vance was always there,” I added. “He spent hours talking to Walter and Logan in the study.”

Reyes laid a document on the metal table.

“This is the official death certificate filed with the Department of Defense,” Reyes said.

“Look at the signature at the bottom.”

Jake leaned over the table, his jaw tightening.

“Captain Thomas Vance,” Jake read aloud.

“He verified the dental records,” Reyes explained.

“Only, the dental records he attached weren’t yours.”

“Whose were they?” I asked.

“An unidentified casualty from the same sector,” Reyes said.

“Vance switched the files in the system. That’s how he bypassed the automatic verification.”

“And in exchange?” Jake asked.

“Logan set up the offshore account,” Reyes said.

“The hundred thousand dollars we tracked was Vance’s payment.”

Jake slammed his fist against the wall.

The sound cracked through the quiet room like a gunshot.

Owen startled in my arms, let out a short cry, and then went still again.

“I trusted him,” Jake whispered. “He was my commanding officer.”

“He’s also Walter’s debtor,” Reyes said.