“Thank you,” I said. “But my government is handling the transport.”

I reached into my pocket and drew out the digital drive containing the encrypted logs of the trust transfers.

I placed it on the King’s desk.

“This contains the full record of Lord Vance’s transactions,” I said.

“It shows how he used the royal treasury’s intermediary banks to hide the origin of the Carter funds.”

The King looked at the small plastic drive, then up at me.

“You are a credit to your uniform, Commander,” he said.

“I will be returning to Washington on the morning transport,” I said.

“My leave ends in forty-eight hours.”

“Will you be there when your sister arrives?” Alexander asked, his voice quiet.

I looked at him, seeing the genuine pain in his eyes.

He had been a victim of this lie as much as anyone else.

“I will be there to see my mother settled in her new clinic,” I said.

“And then I will do my duty.”

I turned toward the door, my boots clicking against the polished floor.