“...nobody ever, ever... audits an auditor again.”
Barnaby let out a soft, contented sigh on the porch rug, his tail thumping once against the cedar boards: thump.
Garrett laughed into the warm sunlight.
Little Eleanor clapped her hands, watching the soaring eagles climb into the limitless blue sky.
The white passenger ferries glided across the blue water.
The eagles climbed into the limitless blue sky.
The water ran deep and clear.
The ledger was closed forever.
And the devoted wife who had lain bleeding and thirteen weeks pregnant on a cold bathroom floor while her billionaire husband knelt before his mistress with a four-million-dollar diamond ring had refused to perish in his shadow, using his own security protocols to vanish into the night, unmasking eighty years of high treason, answering domestic cruelty with the full sovereign fury of the United States Armed Forces, sending the dynasty to Leavenworth in chains, and reclaiming her rightful ground along with the defense bedrock of the Republic—finally, beautifully, and eternally free.
