“Is that legal advice, Mr.

Collins?” I asked, keeping my voice quiet and steady.

“It’s a courtesy warning,” Bradley said, bending down until his face was inches from mine.

“Keep digging into these accounts, Commander, and your military career will be over before this hearing even starts.”

He snatched the exhibit draft up off the table, rapped his heavy fountain pen twice against the laminate edge, and headed for the cashier’s counter.

Arthur watched him walk out into the rain.