“You told your nephew twelve years ago, Arthur, that an un-noticed woman in a white belt could be choked out without anyone asking questions,” Major Cole Mercer whispered softly.
Every syllable fell like an un-appealable decree that sealed forty years of dynastic treason into solid rock forever:
“You told him nobody stops.”
Cole leaned down until his clear slate-gray eyes filled the Chief Justice’s entire field of vision:
“You were right about one thing, Arthur.”
“Nobody stops.”
“And tonight…”
Cole pointed toward Uncle David:
“…the Army didn’t stop either.”
CLICK-CLACK.
