I came to a stop on the third step.

“He won’t make it through federal prison,” Wyatt said.

“You could tell them it was all a misunderstanding.

A family matter.”

“Your father wired eleven million dollars into shell accounts in the Caribbean.” I kept my voice steady.

“And he used my military record to pull it off.”

“I know.” Wyatt’s voice broke.

“But you could ask them for leniency.”