“The federal task force did,” he said.

Victoria tipped her head back with a faint, icy smile.

“Your father built this company with three city council members on our advisory board,” she said.

“No low-level inspector is going to lay a finger on our internal records over a domestic squabble.”

Ethan tugged at his collar, his thumb snagging on the top button.

“It isn’t an inspector, Mother,” he said.

“The backup drive down in the basement isn’t answering any network commands.”