“The files the tribunal wants to keep buried.”

I looked at the notebook.

“You’re going to destroy them,” I said.

“No,” Cole said, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“I’m going to use them.”

He leaned against the metal table, looking down at me.

“Do you think General Albright wants the public to know his predecessor started this?” he asked.

“Do you think the Senate committee wants to admit they funded a rogue operation because your father told them it was a routine surveillance upgrade?”

“They will prosecute you anyway,” I said.

“With what evidence?” he asked.

“Every document that connects me to the money also connects Arthur Vale.”

“If I go down, your father’s legacy goes with me.”

“He’s dead, Cole,” I said, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“His memory isn’t,” Cole said.

“And your family name still means something in this city.”

“Especially to Albright.”

Vanessa stood up from her chair and walked over to Cole’s side.

They stood together, a united front of tailored wool and brass buttons.

“He’s offering them a choice,” Vanessa said.

“A quiet retirement,” Cole explained.