My voice was forty decibels of compressed, unyielding polar diamond.
Arthur Vance froze, his claws hovering six inches above the granite:
“What are you talking about?!
I drafted the Valkyrie trust!
I funded Vance Infrastructure!
I directed Harrow’s operation!
We own sixty billion dollars in offshore capital!”
I reached into my grandfather’s tweed jacket pocket.
I did not pull out an archival document.
I pulled out a small, circular, hand-machined piece of tarnished brass:
The master 1944 United States Navy Admiralty Foundation Die—the physical die used by Arthur Mercer Senior to stamp the red wax on the original wartime sovereign deeds eighty years ago:
CLINK.
I laid the heavy brass die flat atop the Chief Justice’s Swiss conveyance brief:
“Did you examine the encrypted cryptographic seed sequence inside the offshore accounts Harrow used to clear her factoring lines, Arthur?”
I asked.
Arthur Vance’s eyes narrowed, his fingers locking onto the edge of the granite table:
