Maren came in with two cups of black coffee and set one by the laptop, her eyes drifting over the contracts covering the desk.

“What are you doing, Elliot?”

I took a slow sip. The caffeine did nothing against the cold edge of the resolve that had taken me over.

“My mother believes her power comes from this trust,” I said, pointing at the primary ledger on the screen. “She uses the dividends to pay the operatives, the lawyers, the officials who kept you hidden.”

I looked up at her. “As primary managing partner, I have the legal authority to freeze all distributions if I have reasonable suspicion of fraud within the trust.

And I have three years of her own paper trail proving exactly that.”