Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell

“Who’s handling the property seizure?” I asked.

“A federal magistrate signed the warrant twenty minutes ago,” Hayes said.

“The bank takes physical possession of the estate Monday at noon.”

“Understood, Agent Hayes.”

“You ought to head back to your hotel, Colonel,” Hayes said.

“There’s nothing more for you to do here.”

At 0900 hours on Monday morning I reported to the base commander’s office.

Major General Thomas sat behind a heavy mahogany desk.