I didn’t resist; I handed over the keys, answered their questions with calm, terrifying honesty, and confessed to everything. I told them about my grandfather, about the syndicate, and about … Continue reading Chapter 69: The Confession of Blood The fallout was swift, brutal, and entirely inevitable, a tidal wave of federal investigations and media scrutiny. The FBI raided my Malibu home within forty-eight hours, seizing the remaining physical journals and my computers.