One military police officer slammed him against the wall with such speed that he never had the chance to react.
“Don’t,” the officer said, his voice a low, gravelly warning.
Nicholas struggled for breath, his cheek pressed tightly against the hospital wall.
Patricia began screaming that everything happening was outrageous, but Special Agent Ross never bothered raising her voice over the noise.
“No, Mrs. Ferguson, an outrage is stealing from w0unded veterans to fund your lifestyle,” she said coldly.
The reporter lifted her camera once again, and this time the entire world would witness the truth.
CHAPTER THREE: THE COLL@PSE OF AN EMPIRE
By midnight, the Ferguson mansion no longer appeared across the news as a symbol of local success and luxury.
Instead, it was surrounded by federal SUVs and flashing emergency lights.
Journalists from every major television network gathered beyond the iron gates, quietly discussing enormous fr@ud, domestic a.b.u.s.e, and federal arrest warrants.
