You remember who put two hollow points into the sniper pinned behind the silo and dragged your shredded leg four miles through enemy brush to the extraction bird?”
A heavy pause settled over the line.
“Thirty-five minutes,” Arthur whispered.“The bird will touch down on the St.
Jude helipad with three combat surgeons.
What do you need on Harrington?”
“Everything,” I said.“Every shell corporation, every private banking ledger, every offshore asset in Zurich and the Cayman Islands.
And Arthur?”
“Yes?”
“Tell your technical team to lock down the local police precinct’s internal servers.The county sheriff, Dan Vance, is on Evelyn Harrington’s payroll.
He’s currently drawing up a police report claiming Chloe was assaulted during a downtown mugging by an unknown vagrant.”
“Vance’s terminal will be wiped within ten minutes.His personal accounts will be flagged for federal money laundering by midnight.”
“Good,” I said.“Now give me the estate’s private network blueprints.”
