Barnaby let out a soft, contented sigh on the porch rug, his tail thumping once against the cedar boards: *thump.*
Garrett laughed into the warm sunlight.
Tyler clapped his hands, watching the soaring eagles.
The white passenger ferries glided across the blue water.
The eagles climbed into the limitless blue sky.
The water ran deep and clear.
The ledger was closed forever.
And the mother whose thirteen-year-old son had chosen his wealthy father in court had stood firm in the storm, caught the titanium card, unlocked the subterranean fortress of the Republic, shattered the shadow conspiracy, sent the dynasty to Leavenworth in chains, and reclaimed the defense bedrock of the nation—finally, beautifully, and eternally free.
