“That’s the intention,” I replied. “Third, initiate foreclosure on the secondary deed of trust for his townhouse. And Mark?”

“Yes, Tom?”

“Log into the business accounts right now. The two supplementary Platinum cards ending 4402 and 4409 — cancel them. Instantly. Report them stolen.”

Ashley gasped, her hand flying to the designer purse on her shoulder.

“Done,” Mark said, keyboard clacking through the speaker. “Cards are dead. I’ll have the filings drafted by midnight and served at his office Monday.”

“He won’t be at his office,” I said quietly. “Serve them here. To the driveway.”