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00:00I am a five-star general, secretly decorated by the President of the United States.
00:04And my only grandson had just been beaten into the ICU by a trust fund brat.
00:08When I arrived at the hospital, the attacker's family actually tried to shut me up with money.
00:12So I reached into the inner pocket of my overcoat and drew out a military-grade encrypted satellite phone.
00:17I dialed a number that had gathered dust for years.
00:19Who is this? McRain.
00:21I said only one word. The line went dead silent.
00:24A full five seconds passed before a voice came through,
00:26trembling with shock, dread, and perhaps even a flicker of awe.
00:30General. General McRaid?
00:32Robert Harlan, special agent in charge of the FBI's San Diego field office,
00:37the highest-ranking federal law enforcement official in the city.
00:40His voice sounded as though it had been squeezed from the back of his throat, shaking with disbelief.
00:44I'm at Naval Medical Center. My grandson, Ryan, is in the ICU.
00:50Harlan's mind went blank.
00:51The general's grandson, in an ICU in San Diego,
00:54a wave of cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of his shirt.
00:58He didn't even dare ask what had happened.
00:59He knew that if the general had personally dialed his phone,
01:02the situation had already escalated beyond anything he could imagine.
01:06I'm on my way.
01:07Harlan grabbed his coat and burst out of his office.
01:12Martinez!
01:14Notify every on-duty supervisory agent.
01:16Assembly at Naval Medical Center in 30 minutes.
01:19Initiate Priority One.
01:20Everyone in the office froze, stunned by the sudden order.
01:23Priority One.
01:24That protocol was reserved exclusively for terrorist attacks or major federal cases.
01:29What on earth happened?
01:31Just one hour earlier, my son Patrick had been pacing frantically outside the ICU at Naval Medical Center.
01:37When I arrived, he rushed over to me as though he'd finally found solid ground to stand on.
01:41Dad, how did you get here so fast?
01:44Where's Ryan?
01:45Still in there.
01:46The doctors say it's bad.
01:49Blunt force trauma to the head, three broken ribs, a ruptured spleen, internal bleeding, and multiple organs.
01:54My heart sank like a stone.
01:55I turned my gaze toward a cluster of young men loitering at the far end of the corridor.
01:59The one in front, a blonde kid, was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone.
02:04His buddies flanked him, smirking and horsing around as though this weren't the entrance to an ICU, but the hallway
02:09of some nightclub.
02:09They're the ones who did it.
02:11The ringleader's name is Chad Prescott.
02:14His father is Wayne Prescott, CEO of Prescott Development Group, the biggest military base contractor on the West Coast.
02:20What about the police?
02:21It came, took a report, said it was mutual combat, both parties sustained injuries, and recommended we settle it civilly.
02:29Then they left.
02:30Settle?
02:31My grandson is fighting for his life in the ICU.
02:34That kid over there has nothing but a cast on his leg, and they call that both parties sustained injuries?
02:42At that moment, a middle-aged man in an immaculate suit strolled down the corridor, trailed by someone carrying a
02:48briefcase who had a lawyer written all over him.
02:50It was Wayne Prescott himself.
02:51It must be Ryan's family.
02:53These things happen.
02:55Young men run hot, fists fly, nobody means for it to go this far.
02:58He took an envelope from the lawyer's hand and held it out.
03:01There's a check inside for $500,000, more than enough to cover all medical expenses and rehabilitation.
03:06Sign a non-disclosure agreement, we each take a step back, and we'll put this whole thing behind us.
03:10Patrick was shaking with rage, about to lunge forward.
03:13I extended my arm and stopped him.
03:16Not enough.
03:17Not enough?
03:18Half a million is generous.
03:20Push this any further, and it won't end well for either of us.
03:23Besides, my son was injured too.
03:25Take this to court, and it's anyone's guess who comes out on top.
03:28In this city, the name Prescott still carries a certain weight.
03:32I saw no point in continuing the conversation.
03:35I turned away, walked to a quiet corner, and dialed the number that had gathered dust for years.
03:39Wayne Prescott watched me make a phone call, and then simply stand there.
03:42The contempt on his face deepened.
03:44What's this old fossil gonna do?
03:46Call someone who matters?
03:48He turned back to his son.
03:50Relax.
03:51We'll get you the best doctors.
03:53You'll be walking again in a month.
03:55Dad, that old bastard doesn't know what's good for him.
03:58Turning down our money.
03:59Chad Prescott shoved his phone into his pocket, his face radiating arrogance.
04:03If you ask me, his grandson should just die in there.
04:07Then we'll see how tough he acts.
04:09Shut up.
04:09This is a hospital.
04:10Watch your mouth.
04:11Wayne Prescott said the words, but in his heart, he felt exactly the same way.
04:15A powerless, retired old man daring to stand up to the Prescott family?
04:19Laughable.
04:20That was when sirens, urgent, piercing, and relentless, erupted in the distance and came
04:25screaming toward them, tearing through the quiet San Diego evening like a blade.
04:29The sound grew louder, closer, until it seemed to shriek to a halt directly below Naval Medical
04:33Center.
04:34Patients and visitors throughout the hospital rushed to the windows.
04:37Outside, seven or eight black Chevrolet Suburbans and several vehicles emblazoned with
04:42FBI in bold white letters converged on the hospital from every direction.
04:46Red and blue light bars blazing.
04:47Sealing off the main entrance completely, doors flew open.
04:51Agents in dark blue tactical vests stamped with FBI front and back leapt out, armed to
04:55the teeth, and immediately began stringing up yellow crime scene tape around the entrance.
04:59Then a black Lincoln Town car glided to a stop at the front of the convoy.
05:03Broad-shouldered man with silver-streaked temples.
05:06Stepped out and strode into.
05:07The building without breaking.
05:09Stride.
05:09Robert Harlan.
05:10Special agent in charge of the FBI San Diego field office.
05:13Which floor is Ryan McCravey on?
05:15The third floor.
05:16I see you.
05:17Harlan led a phalanx of FBI agents toward the elevators.
05:21By now, Wayne and Chad Prescott had heard the commotion.
05:24Wayne frowned, a faint unease gnawing at his gut.
05:26FBI?
05:27What the hell warrants this kind of response?
05:30The elevator doors opened.
05:32Harlan and six or seven.
05:33Agents stepped out and moved, swiftly down the corridor.
05:36His eyes swept the hallway.
05:37In the instant they locked, onto the solitary figure, standing in the corner.
05:41Still an immovable ass.
05:42Bedrock, every trace of authority and swagger, drained from his face.
05:45Harlan walked over.
05:46Two steps away, his feet stopped as though they hit a wall.
05:49He straightened his back instinctively, reached out with both hands, and clasped mine tightly.
05:53General.
05:54The word detonated like thunder in the dead silent corridor.
05:58That single word, asterisk, general asterisk, froze every face in the hallway.
06:02Patrick was dumbstruck.
06:03He knew his father had been in the military.
06:05Knew the rank had been substantial, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined the FBI's
06:09top official in San Diego would look at his father with something close to reverence.
06:13Wayne and Chad Prescott went white as sheets.
06:15The SAC, Robert Harlan.
06:17The man whose very name made every criminal and power broker in San Diego list.
06:21I just called that old man general.
06:23The smirk on Chad Prescott's face shattered.
06:25His iPhone slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.
06:27For the first time, it dawned on him that he might have provoked someone with an unimaginable consequence.
06:32Wayne Prescott's complexion turned, the color of ash.
06:35He remembered the patronizing look on his own face moments ago.
06:38He remembered the casual disdain with which he'd held out that check.
06:41He remembered every word he'd said.
06:43Cold sweat drenched his shirt in an instant.
06:45His legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
06:47I did not acknowledge Harlan's greeting.
06:49I did not even glance at him.
06:50My eyes remained fixed on the sealed double doors of the ICU.
06:53My grandson is in there.
06:55My voice barely above a murmur.
06:57Yet it struck Harlan like a sledgehammer to the chest.
06:59He spun around, his gaze cutting toward Wayne and Chad Prescott like a drawn blade.
07:03They're the ones who did this.
07:04Wayne Prescott felt a column of ice shoot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his
07:09skull.
07:09His mind went utterly blank.
07:11Beside him, Chad's face had turned to sickly green, his lips quivering, unable to produce a single syllable.
07:17Mr. Harlan, Agent Harlan, this is a misunderstanding.
07:21It's all a misunderstanding.
07:24A misunderstanding.
07:26Harlan's voice dropped to a lethal register.
07:29The general's grandson is lying in the ICU, life hanging in the balance.
07:33And you're telling me it's a misunderstanding?
07:35He took another step forward.
07:36The sheer force of his presence bored down on Wayne Prescott until the man could barely breathe.
07:43I'll ask you one more time.
07:44Did your people do this?
07:46Yes or no?
07:50Wayne Prescott's knees buckled.
07:51He collapsed onto the floor.
07:53In his wildest nightmares, he never could have fathomed that nobody his son who was casually beaten up was connected
07:58to someone like this.
08:00General.
08:00What kind of man earns that title from someone like Robert Harlan and draws that kind of expression?
08:04It was my son.
08:06It was my son.
08:07He was reckless.
08:08Agent Harlan.
08:10Just give us a chance to make this right.
08:12Harlan didn't so much as look at him.
08:13He turned on his heel and addressed the supervisory agent behind him.
08:16All suspects, take them back to the field office.
08:18Separate holding, separate interrogations.
08:20Contact the U.S. Attorney's Office.
08:22I want federal charges.
08:23Collect every piece of evidence.
08:25Pull all surveillance footage.
08:27Hospital and surrounding area.
08:28Get a warrant.
08:29I don't care how you do it.
08:30Three hours.
08:31I want a complete case file on my desk, accurate to the second.
08:35Yes, sir.
08:36The supervisory agent pivoted.
08:37With a sweep of his arm, several FBI agents moved in and slapped handcuffs on Chad Prescott and everyone his
08:43friends before any of them could process what was happening.
08:47Chad still had a cast on his leg.
08:49When an agent hauled him out of his chair, he howled in pain.
08:51Dad!
08:52Help me, Dad!
08:53Wayne Prescott lurched forward but was blocked cold by an agent's outstretched arm.
08:57Watching his son dragged away in handcuffs.
08:59Watching the empire he'd spent a lifetime, building began to crack at the foundations.
09:03Wayne Prescott's last psychological defense finally crumbled.
09:05He threw himself at my feet, scrambling on all fours.
09:08Sir, General, I'm sorry.
09:09Please spare my son.
09:11He's young.
09:11He didn't know what he was doing.
09:14I lowered my gaze and regarded him the way one might regard an insect.
09:17When your son was beating my grandson, did it ever occur to him that my grandson is also young?
09:24The words lodged every sob and plea in Wayne Prescott's throat.
09:28He collapsed in despair on the cold hospital floor.
09:30He knew.
09:31This time, no one could save them.
09:33Once those people had been dealt with, Harlan approached me again.
09:36Carefully, almost deferentially, his posture as low as it could go.
09:39General, this happened on my watch in my city.
09:42You and your family were subjected to this.
09:44That is my failure.
09:46His voice was heavy with guilt.
09:47You have my word.
09:48I will see to it personally that this is made right.
09:50Patrick stood to the side, utterly speechless.
09:53A mid-level civil servant in county government.
09:55A man who spent his days tiptoeing around superiors, reading every room, watching every
10:00word.
10:01When had he ever witnessed anything like this?
10:02The most powerful federal law enforcement officer in San Diego, standing before his father
10:07with the deference of a raw recruit on his first day.
10:09I said nothing.
10:10I simply raised my hand and made a small gesture.
10:13Asterisk come closer, Star.
10:14Harlan understood it once.
10:15He leaned in.
10:16What I want has never been one man's accountability.
10:18I spoke a few sentences.
10:20As Harlan listened, the color drained from his face.
10:23General, that would implicate.
10:25Do as I say.
10:26I cut him off.
10:27My tone left no room for discussion.
10:29Harlan clenched his jaw, then gave a single hard nod.
10:32Yes, sir.
10:33Harlan turned and walked away at a brisk clip, pulling out his phone and dialing as he went.
10:37This is SAC Harlan.
10:39Connect me to the Washington, D.C. headquarters liaison center.
10:42When a line picked up, he dropped his voice low.
10:45Sir, initiate RICO protocol.
10:47Authorization code EAGLE-7-BRAVO.
10:51Priority level, Alpha.
10:53Sir, please confirm.
10:55You are requesting activation of an Alpha-level RICO protocol?
10:58You heard me.
11:00Now.
11:02RICO, the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act,
11:06was the federal justice system's ultimate weapon against organized crime.
11:09An Alpha-level activation meant the FBI would coordinate with the IRS, the DEA,
11:14FNC, and the U.S. Marshal Service, and every other relevant federal agency to conduct a full-spectrum takedown of
11:22the target.
11:22I intended to use my grandson's beating as the thread, would unravel every piece of buried filth in San Diego.
11:31Every criminal network.
11:33Every protective umbrella.
11:36Every link in the chain.
11:39Just then, my encrypted satellite phone rang.
11:42An unfamiliar number.
11:44The voice on the other end was measured.
11:48Who is this?
11:52Am I speaking with Mr. McCrane?
11:55My name is Brett Prescott.
11:57I'm Wayne Prescott's brother.
11:59I'm a United States Senator, a member of the Senate Armed Services Committee.
12:04I believe we can discuss this like gentlemen.
12:06Before he could finish, I hung up.
12:08Then I dialed another number.
12:09This one was shorter than Harlan's.
12:10And far more consequential.
12:13A voice came through the line.
12:15Powerful.
12:16Full of iron and gunpowder.
12:18I'll be damned.
12:19Iron bone.
12:20What drags you out of retirement?
12:22I heard that familiar voice and felt the ice behind my eyes thaw.
12:25Just barely.
12:26Before a deeper cold replaced it.
12:28Bull, my grandson's been beaten into the ICU in San Diego.
12:32Who the fuck is responsible for this?
12:34William Bull Brennan.
12:36Commander.
12:36United States Indo-Pacific Command.
12:38Four-star Admiral.
12:40A man I've forged with my own hands.
12:4230 years ago in the Persian Gulf, he'd been a young lieutenant.
12:44During a routine patrol, his Humvee took an RPG and burst into flames.
12:50I ran through a hail of gunfire, dragged him from the burning wreckage, and carried him
12:55on my back for two kilometers across open desert to a medevac landing zone.
13:00Who the hell did this?
13:02Give me a name, Jim.
13:04Give me a goddamn name.
13:06I will bury them so deep they'll need a submarine to find their own grave.
13:10Brennan's roar nearly blew out the speaker.
13:13Stand down, bull.
13:15That's not why I called.
13:17Just say the word, sir.
13:18What do you need?
13:19Prescott Development Group.
13:20A real estate outfit out of San Diego.
13:22They've held contracts on military-based construction projects.
13:25My grandson is still in the ICU.
13:26I don't know if he's going to make it.
13:28I don't want to see them still open for business tomorrow.
13:31I spoke slowly, but every word landed like a bullet in Brennan's ear.
13:34Brennan understood instantly.
13:35I didn't want their money.
13:36I didn't want their blood.
13:37I wanted annihilation.
13:37I wanted the Prescott family, who had no concept of the forces they provoked, to plummet
13:42from heaven to hell in a single day.
13:43I wanted the business empire.
13:44They were so proud of the crumble, like paper, in the face of absolute power.
13:49Understood, General.
13:50You'll have my answer before sunrise.
13:52After hanging up, Brennan strode back into Indo-Pacific Command's Joint Operations Center,
13:58his face dark as a thunderhead.
14:00The flag officers seated around the room exchanged uneasy glances the moment they saw his expression.
14:06Brennan walked to the command console and swept the room with a gaze cold enough to freeze
14:09steel.
14:10Contact the Inspector General's office.
14:12Notify DCA, the Defense Contract Audi Agency.
14:14Initiate the highest level national security review on every Department of Defense-related
14:17project built by Prescott Development Group.
14:19All projects currently under construction are to be frozen immediately.
14:22His voice wasn't loud, but every word drove into the ears of everyone present like a nail.
14:26All pending payments are to be suspended immediately.
14:28All Prescott personnel holding military base access credulees.
14:31Security clearances revoked.
14:32Effective now.
14:33Place the company on the DOB debarment list.
14:35He paused, then added one final order.
14:37Contact the NCIS director.
14:39I want a protective detail at Naval Medical Center San Diego within two hours.
14:42Each command was a scalpel, precise, merciless, slicing straight through the arteries
14:47of Prescott Development Group.
14:48The flag officers in the room were stunned.
14:50A national security review combined with DOD debarment.
14:52This was the most severe sanction that could be levied against a defense contractor.
14:56Once initiated, it was, for all practical purposes, a commercial death sentence.
15:00In the entire history of the United States, no company placed on the debarment list had
15:04ever recovered.
15:05What kind of company could provoke Bull Brennan into issuing orders of this magnitude?
15:09Admiral, with all due respect, Prescott is one of the largest defense crap-triggers on
15:13the West Coast and a preferred vander of the DOEP.
15:15If we sever ties without due process, the congressional blowback alone...
15:19Did I stutter, Captain?
15:20Execute the order.
15:20Brennan whipped around, his eyes razor-sharp as a hawk's.
15:24A chill ran through every person in the room.
15:26No one dared utter another word of dissent.
15:28Meanwhile, in San Diego, an invisible storm was gathering.
15:32Inside the FBI field office's holding room, Wayne Prescott was frantically working
15:36every connection he had.
15:37Outside, his brother Brett was burning through his phone, dialing number after number.
15:41But to their horror, every line had gone dead.
15:43The politicians who had attended their fundraising gals, played golf at their country club, happily
15:48accepted their campaign donations.
15:49Every last one of them either sent calls straight to voicemail, fired back an icy text
15:54week in a meeting, can't talk, or had blocked the Prescott's numbers outright.
15:57The law firm they'd retained for years suddenly claimed a conflict of interest and refused
16:02to continue representation.
16:03San Diego's entire power network had, in the span of a single night, slammed every door
16:08shut on the Prescott field.
16:09Brett was far sharper than his brother.
16:11He understood immediately.
16:12They hadn't merely crossed the wrong person.
16:14They had kicked a hornet's nest the size of the Pentagon.
16:17Wayne, you need to tell me the truth.
16:18Who the hell is that old man?
16:19I don't know.
16:20He didn't say a word.
16:21Made one phone call, and this is what happened.
16:24One phone call, Brett.
16:25Just one goddamn phone call.
16:26At that moment, Brett's phone rang.
16:28It was Prescott Development Group's CFO.
16:30Senator Prescott, we have a catastrophic situation.
16:33Every single one of the company's bank accounts has been frozen.
16:35What?
16:36FinCon issued a suspicious activity report.
16:38All banks cut our credit lines.
16:39IRS showed up with a search warrant.
16:42OSA has shut down all of our construction sites.
16:44The SEC sent a subpoena demanding 10 years of financial records.
16:47And worst of all, DCA seized every military contract document.
16:50Federal agents have locked down corporate headquarters.
16:53No one in, no one out.
16:54The CFO's voice was cracking.
16:56Each piece of bad news detonated like a bomb, leaving Brett dizzy and reeling.
17:00DOD debarment.
17:01Brett understood the weight of those two words better than anyone.
17:05It seemed firsthand what happened to companies placed on the debarment list.
17:08Stock price cratered to zero.
17:09Banks pulled all credit.
17:11Business partners severed ties overnight.
17:13And executives were indicted by federal prosecutors.
17:15No company had ever come back from the debarment list.
17:17Not one.
17:18Brett lowered his phone.
17:19Every ounce of strength drained from his body and collapsed into his chair.
17:22It's over.
17:23It's truly, completely over.
17:25And all of this was only the beginning.
17:27Below Naval Medical Center, a low, heavy rumble of engines suddenly filled the air.
17:31Everyone instinctively turned toward the windows.
17:34Several dark gray Chevrolet Suburbans.
17:36Windows tinted black.
17:38Devoid of any markings.
17:39Rolled up in a tight convoy and halted at the FBI perimeter.
17:42The lead man flashed federal credentials.
17:44And the cordon was open without a word.
17:46The convoy glided to a stop in front of the main building.
17:48Doors swung open.
17:49A team of men stepped out at a brisk pace, clad in dark tactical gear, gold federal badges
17:54on their chests, and armbands bearing a single, unmistakable word, NCIS.
17:58They acknowledged no one.
18:00They walked straight inside and cleared the entire ICU floor in 90 seconds, checking exits,
18:05stairwells, elevator banks.
18:07Within minutes, the ICU wing was under full federal protective lockdown.
18:11In the corridor, the SDPD officers and FBI agents already posted their instinctively
18:15step back when these men appeared.
18:17These operators carried themselves differently.
18:18The way their eyes moved.
18:20The way they walked.
18:21The unconscious, tactical posture they maintained even while standing still.
18:25Anyone who had spent time in the military could see it instantly.
18:27These were not ordinary federal agents.
18:29They were operators.
18:31Patrick watched them take up positions along the corridor like javelins driven into the
18:34floor, and his mind short-circuited once again.
18:37His father's first phone call had summoned the FBI.
18:39His father's second phone call had summoned a force capable of making the entire Pacific
18:43fleet tremble.
18:44This man, the man he had always assumed was just a retired veteran.
18:47Who the hell was his father?
18:49Doctor, how is my grandson?
18:51How is my son?
18:52Dr. Nathan Shun, chief of trauma surgery at Naval Medical Center San Diego, looked at the
18:56old man standing before him, then at the stone-faced NCIS agents lining the corridor, and felt
19:00his own pulse quicken.
19:01He drew a deep breath and willed his voice to remain steady.
19:04General Mr. McGraden, you can breathe.
19:07After an all-out effort, Ryan's vitals have stabilized.
19:09All internal bleeding has been brought under control, and the fractured ribs have been
19:13set.
19:13He's not completely out of the woods yet, but he's past the hardest part.
19:18Dr. Chin peeled off his gloves, exhaled slowly, and looked at me with a faint, weary smile.
19:23Your grandson is a fighter, General, just like his grandfather.
19:27At those words, the wire that had held Patrick together all night finally snapped.
19:30His legs gave out.
19:31He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, pressed both hands against his
19:35face, and wept without a sound.
19:36My own ramrod straight spine swayed.
19:38Just barely, just once, and a fist I kept clenched for hours slowly, finally, uncurled.
19:44Thank you, doctor.
19:46It's my job, General, and it's an honor.
19:48When can we see him?
19:49He'll need 48 hours of observation in the ICU.
19:52Once he's fully stabilized, we'll transfer him to the step-down unit.
19:56At that point, family members can visit during desictated hours on a rotating basis.
20:00If needed, we can arrange for one family member to stay overnight.
20:04I gave a single nod and said nothing more.
20:06I walked to the ICU observation window and stood there, gazing through the thick glass
20:10of the young figure lying in the bed, tubes and monitor leads running from every part
20:14of his body.
20:14That boy was the last bloodline of the McRain family, the final branch on a tree that war
20:19had hacked down, generation after generation.
20:21My great-grandfather died at the song.
20:23My grandfather died at Normandy.
20:25My father died in the ice and snow on the far side of the Chosen Reservoir.
20:29My second son, Michael, vanished 20 years ago during a classified operation.
20:33My daughter perished at a field hospital in Afghanistan.
20:36And now this boy, Ryan McRain, was very nearly all I had left in this world.
20:40He was all I had left.
20:41Just then, the elevator doors at the end of the corridor slid open once more.
20:45Harlan had returned, and behind him shuffled a middle-aged man in an expensive suit.
20:49His face contorted with barely contained terror.
20:52Brett Prescott, United States Senator from California, member of the Senate Armed Services
20:56Committee, the true power behind the Prescott family.
20:58His complexion was ashen.
21:00His legs were shaking.
21:01Two FBI agents were half-guided, half-carrying him forward.
21:04Brett knew this was his last chance.
21:05If he could not turn things around here, tonight, the name Prescott would be erased from San Diego's
21:10power structure.
21:10No, from the entire power map of the United States.
21:13He was brought before me.
21:14The icy stares of the NCIS operators scraped across him like knives.
21:18And he felt as though he were standing naked in a blizzard.
21:20General, sir.
21:22The moment Brett Prescott opened his mouth, his voice shattered.
21:25His knees buckled.
21:26He nearly crumpled to the floor.
21:27But the two FBI agents on either side caught him and held him upright.
21:31They wouldn't even let him fall.
21:32He would stand and face this.
21:34On behalf of the Prescott family, I offer you and your family my deepest, most heartfelt apology.
21:40He drew a ragged breath and tried to summon the senatorial composure he had spent 30 years
21:44perfecting.
21:44But his voice splintered all the same.
21:46As for my disgrace of a brother and his worthless son, I've already contacted the family attorneys.
21:51Wayne and Chad will be permanently removed from the Prescott Family Trust.
21:54They will be cut off from every Prescott asset, account, and property.
21:58As far as I am concerned, they are dead to me.
22:00He paused, as though pushing his last card across the table.
22:03I am prepared to liquidate every asset under the Prescott family name, every property, every
22:09contract, every investment, all of it placed into a compensation fund for your grandson,
22:14whatever it takes.
22:15If only you, if only you would leave us a way out.
22:18Brett broke down completely.
22:19The polished mask had spent three decades buffing to a shine, cracked apart, and fell away.
22:24Tears streamed down his face, dripping onto the linoleum floor of the Naval Medical Center.
22:28And yet I did not so much as glance at him.
22:30My gaze had never left my grandson in the ICU.
22:33The corridor was silent as a tomb.
22:35Nothing but Brett Prescott's ragged breathing in the distance.
22:38Rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor.
22:39The seconds crawl by.
22:40Each one was an eternity for Brett.
22:42Just as despair was about to swallow him whole, I slowly turned my head.
22:46My gaze settled on Brett Prescott's face.
22:48There was no anger in it.
22:49No hatred.
22:49Only a fathomless indifference.
22:51Bottomless and cold.
22:52All your assets.
22:53My voice was quiet, but every word pierced Brett's chest like an ice cream.
22:56Tell me, Senator, how much do you think one drop of my grandson's blood is worth?
23:01Brett's face went white, then flushed a deep crimson, then darkened almost a purple.
23:06Shame.
23:07Terror.
23:07Despair.
23:08The emotions crashed over him in a wave.
23:11Each one dragging him deeper.
23:13His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
23:15He stood there, drowning in silence.
23:17I was done with him.
23:18I turned to Harlan.
23:20Case file ready?
23:22Harlan stepped forward instantly.
23:24General.
23:24Yes, sir.
23:25Preliminary results are in.
23:27He produced a tablet, tapped open a video file.
23:29The footage was somewhat grainy, but clear enough to show everything that had happened.
23:33On the screen, Ryan was riding an electric scooter along the street in the gas lamp quarter.
23:37At an intersection, he appeared not to notice a red Lamborghini Huracan parked at the curb.
23:41The scooter's handlebar grazed the car door with a light scrape.
23:44The Lamborghini's doors flew open and four young men piled out.
23:47The one in front was Chad Prescott.
23:49Chad jabbed his finger at a scratch on the door.
23:50A mark so faint it was nearly invisible to the naked eye and unloaded on Ryan.
23:54You stupid piece of shit!
23:56Do you know how much this car costs?
23:58Do you know who the fuck I am?
24:00Ryan stood there, both hands raised, palms out, apologizing repeatedly.
24:04His tone was sincere.
24:05He offered to pay for the damage.
24:07But Chad didn't care about an apology.
24:08He wanted a punching bag.
24:10The four of them closed in on Ryan like a pack of hunkers.
24:12The fron won.
24:13They shoved him back and forth between them.
24:15Ryan never once fought back.
24:16He never even lowered his raised fingers.
24:18Not until Chad drove a kick in his abdomen and sent him crashing onto the sidewalk.
24:22What came next made every person watching in that corridor clench their fists.
24:25Chad and his companions unleashed a frenzy of punches and kicks on Ryan as he landed around.
24:30They were like a pack of wild dogs tearing into prey that could no longer resist.
24:34And then, the most sickening moment of all.
24:35One of them ran to the Lamborghini's trunk and pulled out a tire iron.
24:39The metal glinted cold under the streetlight.
24:41He ran back, raised it over his head with both hands, and brought it down on Ryan's skull.
24:45Blood stained the pavement instantly.
24:48They didn't stop until Ryan had gone completely still.
24:50Then, Chad straightened up, wiped the blood off his sneakers on Ryan's jacket,
24:54and strolled back to his Lamborghini with a grin.
24:56One of them actually pulled out his phone and snapped a selfie with Ryan's motionless body in the background.
25:01Then, the engine roared the tires screaming, and they vanished into the San Diego night.
25:04Ryan lay alone in a pool of his own blood.
25:07Eleven full minutes passed before a homeless veteran walking by dial 9-1-1.
25:11The footage was horrifying from start to finish.
25:13Patrick watched the video in silence.
25:15His jaw was clenched so tight that the muscles in his neck stood out like cables.
25:19His fingernails dug into his arms until blood seeped from between his fingers.
25:23If two FBI agents hadn't physically restrained him,
25:25Patrick would have charged across the corridor and torn Brett Prescott apart with his bare hands.
25:29Harlan's expression was equally murderous.
25:31He leaned toward the supervisory agent beside him and spoke,
25:34Like, this isn't mutual combat.
25:35This isn't even aggravated assault.
25:37What I just watched on that video is attempted murder with a deadly weapon.
25:40Notify the U.S. Attorney's Office I want federal charges.
25:43Every suspect, every single one.
25:45No plea deals.
25:46My face remained expressionless.
25:48But anyone who knew me understood,
25:49the calmer I became,
25:50the more terrible response.
25:52I finished the video,
25:53closed the tablet,
25:54and handed it back to Harlan.
25:55Then I walked slowly
25:56to where Brett Prescott was being held upright.
25:59Brett saw me coming and nearly left in front.
26:01A dark stain spread down the leg of his $3,000 trousers.
26:04A United States senator had just wet himself.
26:07I stopped in front of him.
26:08I said nothing.
26:08I simply reached out and gave his cheek a light pad.
26:11Gentle, almost casual.
26:12But Brett felt that weathered, calloused hand like a red-hot branding iron
26:15searing through his soul.
26:17Your brother raised a fine son, Senator.
26:19I held his gaze for one long, final moment.
26:21Go back and tell your family.
26:22Every last one of them.
26:24The name Prescott is finished in this city.
26:26Get out!
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