Emily blinked, looking from Sarah to her father and back.

“So Ethan can’t come here?”

“Ethan Caldwell can’t get within five hundred yards of this building without federal marshals putting him in flex-cuffs,” Sarah said.

“What about my dad’s money?” Emily asked.

“Ethan froze his accounts.”

“An emergency civil hold filed by a crooked municipal lawyer can be undone by a federal court in about twenty minutes,” Sarah said.

“Michael’s people are already pushing the override paperwork through downtown.”

She came around the side of the bed, picked up the cup of water, and held it out until Emily took it in both hands.