“Is the chain of custody intact, Ethan?” the Judge asked.
Her voice had no volume; it was fifty decibels of pure, un-forgiving Maine iron:
“Did the boy reach the father without alteration?”
“Marcus Sterling and his hit team are in federal transport chains at the MDC in Brooklyn, Aunt Eleanor,” I answered:
“The ambush in Manhattan was neutralized six hours ago.”
“The communications logs have been decrypted by naval intelligence.”
“The succinylcholine ampoules were recovered from the transport truck.”
“And the four-hundred-page vellum deed to Conduit Ten is pristine.”
Judge Mercer unsealed the execution block of the capias warrant:
“Chief Justice Arthur Vance has locked the monolithic, four-inch-thick bronze blast doors of the West Conference Room,” the Judge stated:
“He has severed all external civilian telecommunications lines with the Department of Justice.”
“He believes that your car was pulverized in an intersection on Fifth Avenue.”
“He believes that the sixty billion dollars from Zurich will clear before the morning opening of the financial exchanges.”
