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I stepped off a classified military transport and made my way straight to the ICU, where my wife lay with twenty-seven broken b0nes and a fractured skull. Outside her hospital room, her mother and six sisters stood smiling as if they were waiting for lunch to be served. The detective assigned to her case leaned closer and whispered, "Captain, this family practically owns the entire county." I looked through the glass at my wife's bruised, swollen face and replied, "Good. My authority reaches far beyond this county." / Chapter 6 / 10

Chapter 7 - Breaking the Sisters

By that afternoon, the Department of Justice and the Department of Defense had established a joint tactical operations center inside the Fairview Federal Courthouse. Catherine Miller had spent the last eight hours burning through her political rolodex, but the trap had sprung too tightly. The charge of supplying knowingly defective military equipment to active combat battalions had triggered immediate national security classifications. No senator, governor, or corrupt local judge dared touch the case.

The remaining Miller sisters had gathered at the family compound, terrified, as news of Amanda's arrest spread across every national news network.

They didn't have to wait long for their turn.

At 1400 hours, a convoy of federal marshals and military police rolled through the gates of the Miller estate, executing thirteen simultaneous search and arrest warrants.

I stood on the manicured front lawn as federal agents dragged Charlotte, Jessica, Natalie, and Melissa out through the grand double doors of the mansion.

Charlotte was screaming about her civil rights, her expensive silk dress torn at the shoulder during her attempt to barricade her bedroom.

Jessica and Natalie were sobbing hysterically, covering their faces with their manicured hands as news helicopters circled overhead, broadcasting their shame to millions across the country. Agents carried boxes of evidence out behind them: scorched remnants of hard drives they had attempted to incinerate in the mansion's massive brick fireplace just minutes before the raid, and bank statements showing millions in offshore shell companies tied directly to the procurement fraud.

Melissa was brought down last. She was the one who had dragged Hannah away at the hospital.

When she saw me standing by the fountain, her eyes flashed with venomous hatred. "You think you're a hero, Sinclair? You're just a parasite who latched onto our family! Rosalie was weak! She always cared about stupid, irrelevant people instead of her own blood!"

I walked up to Melissa until I was standing inches from her face. Her defiance flickered, then died under the absolute, cold detachment in my eyes.

"Those 'stupid, irrelevant people' were soldiers who trusted your family's armor to bring them home to their wives," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but carrying the weight of a firing squad. "Eighteen men were wounded in an ambush six months ago because your defective ceramic plates shattered under standard rifle fire. My men."

Melissa's jaw trembled. "I... I didn't know about that..."

"You knew Rosalie was dying in that kitchen," I said. "You helped Amanda burn her laptop in the courtyard. You helped Catherine forge the medical transfer papers to have Rosalie pulled off life support before she could speak."

"It was Mother!" Melissa screamed, breaking completely under the pressure, tears carving dark tracks through her heavy makeup. "Mother told us what to do! She said Rosalie was going to bankrupt us! She said if Rosalie went to the federal prosecutors, we would all go to prison and lose everything! It was Catherine! She hired Viktor! She paid the local police chief two hundred thousand dollars to call it a burglary! Please... Alexander, please, I didn't touch her! I swear to God, I never touched her!"

"Tell it to the federal grand jury," I said, turning my back on her as the marshals forced her into the transport van.

Inside the mansion's grand parlor, Catherine Miller remained.

She had refused to be dragged out. She sat in an antique high-backed armchair beneath an oil portrait of her late husband, sipping tea from a porcelain cup. She was dressed immaculately, but her hands were shaking so hard the cup rattled against the saucer.

Major Hayes and two federal marshals stood at the entrance of the parlor, waiting for my signal.

I walked into the room alone, my heavy boots leaving dust on the priceless Persian rug.

Catherine looked up at me, her eyes bloodshot, her face haggard beneath layers of powder. "You have ruined this family, Alexander. A century of industrial legacy, of philanthropy, of influence... wiped out in twenty-four hours because of your petty, vindictive crusade."

"You ruined this family the day you decided your profit margins were worth more than human lives," I replied. "And you sealed your fate the day you sent your butcher to murder my wife."

Catherine set the teacup down on the side table with a brittle clatter. "Rosalie was unnatural. From the day she was born, she defied me. She refused to marry who I chose. She refused to run the business the way I built it. She chose you—a penniless soldier with nothing to his name. She brought this on herself."

"She chose honor," I said. "Something you have never possessed."

Major Hayes stepped forward, unfolding an indictment document bearing the seal of the United States District Court. "Catherine Miller, by order of the Attorney General of the United States, you are charged with racketeering, treason against the United States, sixty-four counts of military procurement fraud, conspiracy to commit first-degree murder, and attempted murder. Stand up."

Catherine didn't move. She stared at me, her mouth twisting into a grotesque sneer. "You think this is over? Rosalie's brain was deprived of oxygen. The doctors told me her neural pathways are shattered. Even if she lives, she will be a vegetable. You will spend the rest of your miserable life feeding her through a tube, remembering that I did that to her."

My satellite phone rang in my hand.

I looked at the display: *Briggs - ICU.*

I answered it and put it on speakerphone.

"Captain," Briggs's voice boomed through the high-ceilinged room. "Dr. Higgins just completed the neurological assessment. Mrs. Sinclair has regained consciousness. She's breathing without the ventilator, her speech is functional, and she has given her preliminary sworn statement identifying Catherine, Amanda, and Viktor Kane on video record."

Catherine froze. Her breath caught in her throat. The teacup on the table shattered as her elbow violently knocked it to the floor.

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