“And Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance?”
I asked, my voice flat, cold, holding forty decibels of compressed polar diamond.
“Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance,” Marcus Cooper answered, every syllable dropping like an iron depth-charge into fifty fathoms of dark water:
“The elder patriarch of the Vance-Sterling dynasty.
Evelyn Harrow’s biological great-uncle.
The man who orchestrated Harrow’s placement in that elementary school twelve years ago.
The man who approved deploying the ‘Real-Life Hero’ project to extract the sovereign coordinates and humiliate your daughter.
The man who has controlled the federal judiciary for forty years.
The ultimate architect of Valkyrie.”
Marcus turned the screen toward my face:
`TARGET PROFILE: JUSTICE STERLING-VANCE, ARTHUR M.`
`OFFICIAL TITLE: CHIEF JUSTICE OF THE UNITED STATES`
`FINANCIAL VEHICLE: THE VALKYRIE LIQUIDITY TRUST // VADUZ & ZURICH`
`COMMERCIAL PROXY: STERLING-VANCE GLOBAL ASSET MANAGEMENT & VANCE INFRASTRUCTURE`
`OPERATION: TOTAL SEQUESTRATION OF STRATEGIC BOMBER FLEET & SUBMARINE CIPHERS`
“Arthur Vance did not order Harrow to humiliate Clara merely to indulge a bitter teacher’s malice, Lauren,” Cooper continued:
