“I knew you’d come to your office,” he said. “Grace, they have the original logs. They are going to destroy them tonight at the Colonel’s farm in Virginia. Vance’s people are already on their way there.”

“I have the scans,” I said, tapping my pocket. “I downloaded them from the proxy link.”

“The scans aren’t enough,” Aaron said, shaking his head. “The defense will claim they are digital foregeries, just like they claimed I hacked the database. We need the physical manifests. The ones with the original ink signatures and the military watermarks.”

I looked at him, seeing the desperation in his eyes.

He had spent years running from this, and now he had nowhere left to go.

“Where are they kept?” I asked.

“In the floor safe in the Colonel’s study at the farm,” he said. “Only he and Cassandra have the code.”

I thought of Cassandra, her fierce loyalty to her father’s image, her willingness to believe whatever the defense lawyers told her.

“She won’t give us the code,” I said.