“Victoria Caldwell,” Michael said, stopping on the top brick step.

“You’re under arrest for federal obstruction of justice and tampering with evidence.”

Victoria gave a polite smile, though her fingernails tapped sharply twice on the thin crystal.

“Do you people have any idea who we are?” she asked, her voice slipping into a calm, sugary tone.

“My late husband built the emergency wing of the very hospital your task force works out of.”

“Please turn around,” Michael said.