I looked at the phone.
I didn’t answer. I pressed the “Block Caller” button.
My grandmother didn’t leave me the money because I manipulated her. She left it to me because she knew I was the only one strong enough to do the right thing with it. She knew I wouldn’t spend it on fur coats or gambling. She knew I would turn it into a weapon for good.
As I walked out of the clinic into the bright afternoon sunlight, I put on my sunglasses. A black sedan was waiting for me at the curb.
“Airport, Major?” the driver asked.
“Yes,” I said, sliding into the back seat. “I have a flight to catch. Germany.”
There was a new case waiting for me in Stuttgart. A complicated fraud ring targeting junior enlisted soldiers. I was the lead prosecutor.
I opened my laptop as the car merged onto the highway. The file was already open.
