“Victoria threw the second notice into the shredder bin in my waiting room three weeks ago,” Vance said quietly.

“She thinks tax liens just go away if you ignore them.”

“And the company accounts?” I asked.

“Victoria drained the main operating account down to eighty-four dollars on Monday,” Vance said.

“She moved those funds straight into Brandon’s commercial account to cover a defaulted engineering survey.”

He rested his brass pen on top of the blue notice and waited.

I took out my secure military banking token, generated an eight-digit authorization code, and transferred fifteen thousand dollars from my personal deployment savings straight to the county tax collection portal.

The screen flashed green with a payment confirmation receipt.