As we walked, I answered their questions one by one.
When they asked about my grandfather's condition, I couldn't hold it together any longer. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground.
"Please, Commander—I'm begging you to seek justice for my grandfather."
"He's gone."
All the grief I had been holding back finally shattered.
I recounted everything my grandfather and I had endured these past days, leaving nothing out.
Freya had forced through the demolition, and his men had beaten my grandfather until he suffered a heart attack. Ranger, the guide dog who'd been by his side for years, was killed on the spot—his death brutal and senseless. And my husband, Charles, a lawyer by trade, had used his expertise to scrub the scene clean of evidence. He'd bribed witnesses, drugged me with medication that clouded my mind, even forged psychiatric reports to keep me locked away at home.
Bang.
Duncan slammed his palm against the desk, rising to his feet in fury.