“That makes sense. So Finn is entitled and has a temper.” I think for a moment, watching Wilson sleeping in his dog bed. “But if his daddy is rich, why does he care so much about the Iraqi money?”

“Daddy cut him off once he went to prison. Cut him out of the will too. When his father died a few years later, all the money went to charities. Finn’s mother died from cancer when Finn was eleven. No siblings.”

“So the rich only child became a poor inmate with no inheritance.” That could only have added to that deep well of hatred I saw in Finn’s eyes. “Any chance you got his prison records?”

“He went back to being a Boy Scout when he was behind bars. That’s how he got out early.”

“I’m sure the thought of millions waiting for him outside was a strong motivator.” Finn had been cast out of his family and its wealth, something he’d grown up with, something that had shielded him from the most serious consequences until his father had taken that shield away. And all this money from Iraq was his way back into that life.

“How about you?” Caesar asks. “You find anything you can pass on to him?”

“About the missing money? Maybe.” I tell Caesar about the phone calls my father had made to the DoD. “What do you think it means?”

“Could your father have used some kind of financial conduit through the DoD to transfer the money from Iraq? A military bankroll program or something?”

“That’s possible, but then why call the IG’s office?”

Caesar’s voice sound grim. “Maybe he was under investigation.”

I think about it. “And then when he died, the investigation was dropped. Maybe. But wouldn’t the DoD want to know what happened to millions of missing dollars?”

“I have no clue how the military would handle something like this. You’d have to ask them.”

“Or talk to someone else who might know,” I say. “Can you find the names of everyone involved in that shootout in Baghdad, and where they are now? Perkins is dead, and so is Cortez. But what about Yousef, the translator? And the three other guys with them, the ones guarding the cars? One of them might know something.”

“You want anything else? Maybe some nuclear launch codes?”

“That’s the Air Force, Caesar.”

There’s a pause. “What are you going to tell Finn?”

I glance at my phone and see I’ve got about forty-five minutes until I make the call. “I’ll tell him what I’ve found in the phone records and that I’m going to track down whoever is left from his group. Maybe he knows something.”

Another pause. “How is this going to end?” Caesar asks.