She immediately dialed the federal prosecutor handling our emergency injunction.

“We need a search warrant for that unit immediately,” Naomi said into her phone.

She paced the length of the small office, her heels clicking against the linoleum.

“We have probable cause of destruction of evidence and grand larceny,” she added.

I sat back in my chair, looking down at my hands.

The hospital bracelet was still taped to my wrist, a reminder of Evelyn sleeping downstairs in the nursery.

“Tessa, stay here,” Vale said, putting his phone in his pocket.

“I’m coming with you, General,” I said, standing up.

My body ached from the delivery, but the adrenaline kept me upright.

“It’s freezing outside, Colonel,” he warned.

“I don’t care,” I said.

We left Naomi in the office to finalize the legal paperwork with the judge.

The drive to the Alexandria storage facility took twenty minutes.

The winter air was bitter, biting at my face as we pulled up to the security gate.

Blue and red lights cast long, flashing shadows across the metal storage units.

A deputy stood near the entrance, holding a clipboard.