“Everything your mother tried to burn,” Hayes said, shifting the SUV into drive. “Including the original power of attorney documents she forged.”

We drove slowly through the naval station gates, the windshield wipers slapping back and forth.

“Where is Michael?” I asked, looking out at the gray shapes of the destroyers docked along the piers.

“He’s at the officer’s quarters,” Hayes said. “He doesn’t know his mother has been detained yet.”

“He will find out soon,” I said. “The military police will be serving him with the inquiry notice within the hour.”

Hayes nodded, his eyes fixed on the wet road ahead.

“He’s going to try to destroy his personal laptop,” Hayes noted. “The one with the offshore account logs.”

“We need to get to his quarters before he does,” I said.

“I already have a team monitoring the barracks,” Hayes said. “But we need authorization to enter his private office.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the authorization slip General Drummond had signed earlier.

“I have the command search authorization,” I said, holding up the paper.

“Good,” Hayes said. “Then we make our move now.”