A name that was currently the Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court.
Senator Julian Vance and Patricia’s older brother.
Daniel’s maternal uncle.
**Chief Justice Arthur Sterling-Vance**.
A slow, radiant, terrifying smile broke across Clara Bennett’s face—a smile that held zero fear, zero debts, zero lies, and zero graves.
I reached out with my right hand.
I picked up the four-inch antique solid-titanium transponder key from the table.
I looked at Colonel Carter.
I looked at Uncle David:
“David,” Clara Bennett whispered softly into the quiet room:
“Prep the Nightwatch.”
“Tell the grand jury in Washington to stay in their seats.”
“The husband is in his cage.”
“The mother-in-law is in chains.”
“The daughter is home.”
“Now…”
She clicked the titanium key against the cylinder with a clean, sharp, definitive *SNAP*:
“…we’re going to the Supreme Court to audit the Chief Justice.”

PART 3: THE HIGH CAPITOL AUDIT & THE ARCHITECT’S FINAL DECREE