But he had no answer for an eight-year-old boy.
Investigator Marlowe closed the folder.
“Colonel Reynolds, we are not placing you under arrest tonight. But you are being formally notified that you are the subject of an active financial crimes investigation. You are not to leave the state. You are not to contact Patrick Sloane. You are not to destroy, alter, or remove any financial records, electronic devices, or communications related to the foundation.”
Daniel’s face hardened. “You can’t restrict my movement without a court order.”
Haines reached into his coat and produced another document.
“We have one.”
Daniel stared at it.
For the first time all night, true fear touched his eyes.
Not shame.
Not sorrow.
Fear.
Vanessa saw it too.
She took another step away from him.
“I need air,” she whispered, and walked toward the front doors.
Daniel grabbed her wrist.
The movement was fast, too familiar, too ugly.
