“I have a warrant for your arrest issued by the United States District Court for the Eastern District of Virginia, charging federal procurement fraud under Title 18.”

Julian backed up a step against the Audi’s fender.

“This is a mistake.

My father-in-law owns this property.

My lawyer filed a notice of interest yesterday morning.”

“The preliminary notice filed yesterday is void,” the marshal said flatly.

“This address has been a designated secure military intelligence facility under federal custody for the past three years.”

Harper hurried down the two wooden porch steps, her sandals slapping on the cold boards.