“They have digital signatures,” he continued. “They have IP logs, and they have bank routing numbers.”

“They have nothing,” Patricia hissed. “It’s a setup by Allison.”

She pointed a manicured finger at me.

“She’s bitter about the divorce,” Patricia said. “She’s using her rank to ruin us.”

Vance took a step forward, his boots clicking on the marble.

“Mrs. Monroe, the evidence was gathered by federal agencies, not just Colonel Monroe,” Vance said.

“The signatures on the accounts are yours and your son’s,” the General added.

Patricia turned back to Sterling, her breathing becoming shallow.

“Richard, tell me we have leverage,” she pleaded. “The senator. Call Senator Harrison.”

“Harrison won’t take my calls on this, Patricia,” Sterling said flatly.

“I tried him on the drive over,” the attorney added. “His chief of staff told me the senator has no association with the Monroe family anymore.”

Grant let out another quiet, dry laugh from behind his escort.

“He’s cutting us loose,” Grant said.

“Shut up, Grant,” Patricia snapped.

“He’s right, Patricia,” Sterling said. “You have zero leverage.”

The attorney looked down at the floor, refusing to meet her eyes.