Chapter 4: The Network

The next morning, I made three calls.
The first was to a general I had served under for eight years.
The second was to a federal prosecutor who owed me a favor from a joint operation five years earlier.
The third was to the best family law attorney in North Carolina — a woman who had once been my platoon leader’s wife.
By noon, I had a team.
By evening, we had a plan.
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The Prescotts thought their money and connections made them untouchable.
They had no idea how many doors my uniform could still open.