The Pentagon’s own intranet was compromised, crawling with Harrison’s loyalists, so I bypassed the military architecture entirely — and routed the encrypted packet to the bodies that sat outside their reach and already had the case open.

The secure servers of the Senate Intelligence Committee. The Office of the Inspector General of the Armed Forces. The FBI’s counterintelligence division.

The same people who’d just watched Harrison blow my door off its hinges on a live federal feed.

If the Vances wanted my father’s evidence pulled out of my servers, I’d make sure it landed in the hands of the exact people with the clearance, the jurisdiction, and every reason to prosecute them.

Look for the hidden compartment, my father’s voice said in the back of my mind.

I engaged the transfer.