“This is Captain Hayes,” the voice said. “We have secured the secondary facility in Henrico County.”

I looked down at the video feed still playing on my personal phone.

The man’s hand on the screen turned the folder over, revealing a blue seal from the Virginia probate court.

“We have the original ledgers, Colonel,” Hayes continued over the speaker. “And the medical evaluation reports dated five years ago.”

Helen’s head snapped up.

Her eyes, usually cold and calculating, darted from the speakerphone to the screen of my device.

“That is private property,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. “You had no warrant for that location.”

Agent Vance leaned forward, placing both hands flat on the wooden table.

“The warrant was signed by a federal magistrate two hours ago, Mrs. Rogers,” Vance said. “We knew about the Henrico property the moment we flagged your personal banking transactions.”

The rain continued to lash against the glass of the naval office window.

Inside, the air-conditioning hummed, cold and dry.

General Drummond crossed his arms, his ribbons catching the dim light of the desk lamp.