“She was never sterile, Mr. Holloway,” Captain Stone spoke, his baritone sixty decibels of mountain quarry explosive that silenced the entire lawn:
“My wife carried our twin sons to full term without a single complication.”
Garrett reached inside his uniform tunic, withdrawing an unsealed, four-hundred-page medical audit portfolio bound in heavy blue vellum, stamped with the raised red-wax dry seal of the DEPARTMENT OF THE NAVY // SPECIAL ADMIRALTY CHANCERY:
“And three hours ago, naval forensic intelligence unsealed the clinical biopsy records that you locked inside the offshore servers of The Valkyrie Trust of Zurich four years ago!”
Garrett thrust the heavy vellum brief into Brielle’s trembling hands:
“Brielle Holloway! Open page fourteen of that clinic dossier! Read the surgical pathology report your husband has concealed beneath a Swiss factoring trust for eight years!”
