“That makes it a felony,” Vance added.

“And it makes it a matter of national security,” I said.

Patricia turned her cold blue eyes toward me.

“You always were a bitter girl, Allison,” she said.

“You couldn’t hold onto my son, so you decided to destroy his family,” she added.

I stood my ground, my hands resting at my sides.

“Your family destroyed itself the moment you took money meant for the soldiers in the field,” I said.

“You bought this estate with money stolen from tactical logistics contracts,” I added.

The rain slammed against the high windows of the drawing room.

The phone on the console table rang again, its screen glowing in the dim light.

The CFO’s name flashed three times before going to voicemail.

The marshal holding Grant’s arm tightened his grip.

“Ma’am, we need you to step away from the table,” the marshal said to Patricia.

Patricia did not move.

“I am not going anywhere without my personal counsel,” she said.

“Your counsel is currently being interviewed by the FBI,” Arthur said.

He laid another sheet of paper on the pile.