Detective Frank Miller followed her in, his tweed jacket open to show his leather holster strap, and took a folded blue warrant out of his coat pocket.

“Julian Vance and Eleanor Vance,” Detective Miller said, his Midwestern drawl cutting through the room.

“I have grand jury warrants for wire fraud, insurance perjury, and attempted custodial interference.”

Detective Miller picked up the blue flash drive from my bedsheet and slipped it into a clear evidence bag.

“This drive is the basis for our federal seizure warrant on the Mercer Ridge accounts,” Detective Miller added, adjusting the strap of his shoulder holster under his jacket.

Julian yanked his wrist free of Dr.