“Richard has no leverage left, Leah.

He just doesn’t know it yet.”

“When do we get the summons filed?”

“Monday morning at eight,” Morales said.

“Dalton is filing the civil property action, and I’m issuing the formal military notice demanding a full financial accounting.

Your parents will get their court papers by sheriff’s service before noon.”

At twenty past eight I drove through the main gate at Fort Meade.

The military police officer on duty checked my ID card, nodded, and waved me through the raised gate arm.