I wore an unadorned cream-colored linen work shirt, comfortable dark denim trousers with copper rivets, and clean leather field boots. My face was radiant, free of the quiet despair and defensive isolation that had shadowed my eyes when I walked out of that Pacific Heights mansion.
Around my left wrist, resting easily against the rolled linen cuff, was Arthur Mercer Senior’s restored 1956 Admiralty Gold Chronometer, its mechanical second hand sweeping with that clean, rhythmic, sixty-cycle tack... tack... tack that had governed fifty years of honest labor.
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Beside my chair on the cedar decking, fast asleep on a braided wool rug with his heavy golden head resting across my boots, was Barnaby—the faithful eighty-pound Belgian Malinois who had watched over our family through every turn of the wheel.
Under the comprehensive military court-martial decrees, high treason convictions, and civil asset forfeiture settlements finalized in the United States District Court in San Francisco and the Federal Circuit Court in Alexandria:
