At the VIP clinic, I was helping my nine-month pregnant daughter change for her final ultrasound. The moment her shirt slipped off, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

litigator. EXECUTE EVERYTHING. ALL FRONTS. NOW.

Three seconds later: WITH PLEASURE. SCORCHING THE EARTH.

My final message went to Special Agent Marcus Vance at Homeland Security: Target in Room 4B. Move immediately.

Copy. Tactical team is currently breaching the main lobby.

On the ultrasound screen, my granddaughter’s heartbeat flickered—small, steady,continue reading …