My thumb tightened against the edge of the phone.

My personal trust was protected by military-grade security protocols, but Daniel had access to my primary signature files kept in the home office.

“Did the transfer go through?” I asked.

“No,” Sarah said. “We flagged it and froze the account the moment you signed the separation papers this morning.”

“But he tried,” I whispered.

“Yes, General,” Sarah said. “And he used a digital copy of your signature to authorize it.”

The headlights of an oncoming truck flashed across the interior of the SUV, illuminating Harris’s calm, steady hands on the steering wheel.

I looked down at my phone, the screen glowing in the dark cabin.

“Keep digging, Sarah,” I said. “I want every transaction, every transfer, and every forged signature documented.”

“We’re already on it, General,” Sarah said. “We should have the full report by tomorrow morning.”

“Good,” I said. “Send it to my secure email.”

“Will do. Have a safe trip to the base.”

I ended the call and leaned my head back against the headrest, looking out at the dark expanse of the Rocky Mountains.