Two military investigators.
And the company’s outside counsel.
The accountant connected her laptop to the projector.
Six years of financial records filled the screen.
Fake vendors.
Duplicate invoices.
Hidden accounts.
Payroll fraud.
Tax theft.
And my deployment money flowing directly through Blue Ridge Holdings.
My father stopped smiling.
But my mother leaned toward me and whispered:
“Even if you find the money, you’ll never prove we wanted them dead.”
I touched the phone recording in my pocket.
And at that exact moment, a text message arrived from the hospital.
Jacob, the DNA test was fake. But the lab found something much worse.
