I had simply moved the entire fight into one of those rooms before they realized there was a fight.

The binder on the table was not an argument.

It was a verdict they were reading for the first time, and every one of them understood, watching each other’s faces, that the game they were so good at had never been the game that was being played.

Chapter 19 — Turning

“Major Rourke signed a full confession an hour ago, in exchange for a plea,” I said, watching Preston.

“He gave up every routing number, every message, and every recording where the three of you discussed using force on my daughter to keep her quiet.”