The screen showed Chloe copying my initials onto the documents at the kitchen counter. Then my mother instructing a household employee on what version of events to give investigators.

My mother rose from the chair. “You recorded us without permission.”

Rachel opened her briefcase. “The household security agreement disclosed the cameras. You signed it. Your own attorney has a copy.”

Chloe bolted for the front door. One of the detectives calmly stepped into her path.

I laid four documents on the coffee table.

“The first removes both of you from every position connected to my company. The second ends your access to all family accounts. The third revokes your permission to live in this house.”