This had never been only about a will.

It was a family that had been quietly looting a dead man’s company and needed his daughter’s signature to make the theft permanent and legal, and when she would not give it, they had tried to freeze it out of her.

The evidence was already overwhelming.

But Brenda wanted them all in one room — every conspirator, the CFO, even the crooked notary they’d paid to look away — gathered together and confident, so that the net could close on all of them at once.

And there was only one thing on earth that would draw them all into the same room, grinning.