I stared at the blinking cursor, my mind searching for any detail from my years of investigating the family.

I tried the coordinate numbers of the training camp in Panama where the original cover-up had started.

The screen spun, and then a folder directory opened.

My breath caught in my throat.

There were dozen of scanned documents, some with the official seal of the Department of Defense, others handwritten on yellow legal pad paper.

I clicked on the first PDF.

It was a copy of the original flight manifest from the night of the transport crash, signed by Colonel Whitaker.

But below his signature was another name, one that had been completely erased from the official public record.

The name was Lieutenant Aaron Vale, listed as the officer in charge of the cargo cargo inventory.

A second document was a memorandum marked *Eyes Only*, detailing a shipment of non-standard munitions that were never supposed to leave the port of entry.

This was the proof Aaron had talked about.

It didn’t just prove the cover-up; it proved that the military had knowingly sent faulty equipment into a combat zone, resulting in the deaths of four soldiers.