“I am the Chief Justice of the United States!”
“Under Article Three of the United States Constitution, the judicial power of the United States is vested exclusively in this Court!”
“No cleaning woman, no naval admiral, and no disobedient niece have the statutory authority to question an executive order countersigned by this bench!”
Arthur Vance lunged across the granite table, his manicured hands hooked into claws aimed directly at my throat:
“I will have the United States Marshals Service purged!”
“I will have the Department of Defense sealed under Title Fifty Executive Secrecy!”
“And as for your little seventeen-year-old bastard in Bethesda, Clara…?”
Arthur bared his teeth in an ugly, dying sneer:
“…I will have the federal court unseal a warrant that razes her future to the bedrock before the morning recess!”
