Seven Yellow Folders Exposed What My Parents Had Done to Ethan

“You act like that uniform puts you above your own family.”

The marshal pulled my father’s right wrist down and snapped a stainless-steel handcuff around it.

“Keep walking down the steps, Mr.

Carter,” the marshal said.

“The federal prosecutor in Cincinnati went over the certified audit an hour ago,” Captain Holt said quietly next to me.

“They’re filing six counts of wire fraud and two counts of identity theft.”

Richard stumbled down the rest of the granite steps, glaring at me the whole way until they put him into the back seat of an unmarked black sedan waiting at the curb.

Captain Holt watched the car door slam before he opened the paper folder in his hands.