Chapter 6 - The Paper Trail
Back at the Pentagon, General Vance and I went through the final pieces of the puzzle.
Arthur was clever. The shell companies he used to sell the illegal weapons were buried under layers of corporate jargon and proxy directors. We needed a smoking gun.
"He’s moving the money," Vance said, pointing at the satellite feeds of Arthur’s private jet hangar. "He knows the walls are closing in. He's planning to flee to a non-extradition country by Friday."
"He won't leave without the physical ledgers," I realized, tracing my finger over the map of the family properties. "Arthur never trusted digital banking entirely. He keeps a master ledger. If we find that, we tie him directly to the treason."
I knew exactly where it was. The family's hunting lodge in upstate New York. A place I had been banished from as a teenager for refusing to shoot a deer.
"I'm going in," I told Vance.
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"You can't go alone," he argued. "Arthur has hired private mercenaries to guard the perimeter."
I rolled up my sleeves, the jagged burn scars catching the fluorescent light. "I know how to handle mercenaries, General. Have the FBI ready on standby."
