Eleanor stood up from the sofa and walked over to the table.

She watched my face as I read the screen.

The words seemed to blur together, but one sentence stood out clearly.

*No person shall be prosecuted, tried, or punished for any offense unless the indictment is found within…*

My throat went dry.

“No,” I muttered.

“Natalie?” Eleanor asked, her hand touching my shoulder. “What does it say?”

I stared at the screen, my mind racing as the reality of the situation began to settle in.

“General,” I said into the phone, my voice barely a whisper.

“I’m here, Natalie,” Avery replied.

“If this is true,” I said, “then the journal isn’t enough.”

“It’s not,” Avery said quietly.

“He knew,” I said, the realization hitting me like a physical blow.

“Gregory knew the whole time.”

The phone in my hand suddenly beeped again, indicating another incoming call.

This time, the caller ID showed a number from the federal courthouse in San Francisco.

I looked at the screen, my thumb hovering over the accept button.

I slid my thumb across the glass and answered the call.