“I’ve activated the U.S. Marshals Service Emergency Response Team,” my father said. “They’re two minutes away from her location. They have orders to secure the asset. That asset is my daughter.”
“Marshals?” David looked out the window. “They can’t do that! It’s a domestic dispute!”
“This is an attack on the family of a Protected Federal Official,” my father said.
Pray to whatever god you believe in, David. Pray she’s alive when they arrive. Because if not, I’ll skin you alive myself.
The line cut out.
David dropped the phone. It fell to the floor next to me with a clang.
He looked at me in pure terror. He looked at Sylvia, who was as pale as a sheet.
“Is your father… the Chief Justice?” “David whispered.
I smiled. My teeth were stained with blood from biting my lip.
