The heavy steel latches engaged with a loud metallic clang.

The engines roared to life, the vibration shaking the entire frame of the aircraft.

We began to taxi down the runway.

I looked across the cabin at my sister.

She did not look up.

She stared at the steel floor, her shoulders shaking slightly as the plane lifted off into the clouds.

We flew through the night, the constant drone of the engines making sleep difficult.

I spent the hours reviewing the digital files on my tablet.

The evidence against Vance and Rachel was clear.

They had systematic plans to drain the Carter family trust and transfer the funds to offshore shell companies.

They had used our mother’s name to sign the authorization forms, claiming she was still the sole executor.

It was a simple plan, built on the assumption that no one would ever look close enough to find the discrepancies.

But they had not counted on me.

They had not counted on the discipline of a Navy officer who knew how to read a logbook.