“Major Hayes,” he said gently, “we need your statement.”
Rebecca’s voice was steady.
“My stepbrother, Kyle Mercer, assaulted me during my promotion ceremony.”
Doyle nodded.
“There were two hundred witnesses,” he said. “And three cameras recording the event.”
Rebecca’s eyes hardened.
“Good.”
The second agent shifted uneasily.
“There’s… something else, Major.”
Rebecca looked at him.