“Let us examine where that ancestral capital originated.”
I pulled the second tab from my folder, holding it high enough for the court and the gallery to see the blue embossed military seal in the upper left corner.
“In October of four years ago, Hale Maritime Logistics was under formal administrative investigation by the United States Army Surface Deployment and Distribution Command for overbilling military cargo transport to overseas defense depots.”
Vivian Hale let out a sharp gasp from the gallery, her delicate hands flying to her mouth once again, but this time not in laughter.
Arthur leaned forward, his eyes bulging with genuine panic, his heavy fingers digging into the back of the pew in front of him.
“The lead investigative officer on that military procurement fraud task force was Captain Amelia Carter,” I continued, turning slowly on my heel to face Arthur Hale directly.
“That was the name on my military identification card when your son Preston first approached me at a Department of Defense logistics symposium in Norfolk.”
