“I am the Chief Justice of the United States!”
“Under Article Three of the United States Constitution, the judicial power of the United States is vested exclusively in this Court!”
“No military physician, no civil litigator, and no hysterical housewife has the statutory authority to question an executive order countersigned by this bench!”
Arthur Vance lunged across the granite table, his manicured hands hooked into claws aimed directly at my throat:
“I will have the United States Marshals Service purged!”
“I will have the Department of Defense sealed under Title Fifty Executive Secrecy!”
“And as for your little daughter Lily, Clara…?”
Arthur bared his teeth in an ugly, dying sneer:
“…I will have the State of Nebraska place her in a juvenile detention ward before the morning recess!”
CHAPTER 6: THE TWIST OF THE ARCHITECT’S MIRROR
I did not flinch.
I did not step back.
A slow, radiant, terrifying smile broke across Clara Bennett’s face—a smile that held zero fear, zero debts, zero lies, and zero graves.
