Whitaker had served me sandwiches on real plates—had been completely transformed.
On the cleared site where Julian’s private corporate annex and luxury sports car bays had once stood, the Department of the Army and the Department of Defense had installed a permanent geodetic monitoring monument; surrounding it now, occupying forty acres of protected shoreline parkland, stood **The Chief Master Surveyor Arthur Mercer & Clara Eleanor Sovereign Working Women’s & Nursing Sanctuary**, its state-of-the-art forensic auditing archives, predatory marital debt legal defense clinics, and world-class trauma pharmacology research laboratories training four hundred young female officers, nursing scholars, and military dependents every year in commercial contract defense, sovereign estate law, and constitutional property protection.
On the broad, covered cedar back deck of my restored home overlooking the deep-water shipping lanes where the naval patrol cutters and civilian sailboats glided clean, smooth, and free toward the Atlantic…
