Instead, she looked past me toward Linda.
“Where did you get these names?”
Linda’s face had gone gray.
“Old friends,” she whispered.
Price turned the ledger so I could see.
The pages were filled with columns: names, dates, payments, favors, outcomes.
Some entries were mundane. A county clerk. A banker. A private investigator. A retired judge.
Then I saw the section marked military.
My breath stopped.
There were names of officers. Former officers. Contractors. Spouses. Promotions delayed. Complaints buried. Medical boards influenced. Security clearances questioned.
And beside one entry dated six months earlier was my name.
Outcome pending.
I felt something cold move through me.
Alvarez, who had accompanied me as an official observer, leaned in just enough to read the page. His expression did not change, but his voice was quiet when he spoke.
“This goes beyond domestic fraud.”
