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They were teeing off on the eighteenth hole when the helicopter appeared. My father, Harrison Brooks, was mid-swing when the distinctive green and white Sikorsky descended onto the pristine fairway of Hilton Head Harbour Town Golf Links, its rotor wash sending sand traps into small tornados and bending the perfectly manicured grass flat. I watched from two hundred yards away as his five hundred dollar driver clattered to the cart path and his face went the particular shade of red I remembered from childhood, the color that meant someone had embarrassed him in front of people who mattered.

The Marine Corps officer who stepped out of my escort vehicle didn't salute me. We don't do that outside in civilian areas, makes you a target if anyone's watching. But his posture said everything about why we were there. Staff Sergeant Natalie Brooks, the President needs you in DC for the security briefing. We have ninety minutes. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed, because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you!

I could see my father from where I stood at the clubhouse entrance. His golf partners, the usual collection of Charleston real estate developers and Lowcountry old money, had scattered like startled birds. Only Harrison Brooks remained frozen on the fairway, staring at the helicopter that had violated his sacred Saturday morning ritual, the one thing in his perfectly controlled world that represented order and tradition and the right kind of people doing the right kind of things.

He had no idea I was the reason Marine One's support team had just ruined his golf game. He had no idea his daughter, the one he'd called "just a grunt" at last year's Christmas dinner, was the Marine responsible for coordinating the President's security detail for tomorrow's Veterans Day ceremony. He had no idea that in seventy-two hours, everything he'd built his identity around was going to collapse, and that I would be the one holding the evidence that brought it all down. But I'm getting ahead of myself.