Victoria came up to the doorway, her crystal champagne flute sagging lower in her hand.

“This is absurd,” she said.

“You’re searching a stuffed animal while my dinner guests wait outside.”

“Your guests were sent away at the gate ten minutes ago,” Michael said.

Ethan reached out as though to grab the edge of the counter, but the agent held him firmly where he was.

“She had no right taking those files,” Ethan whispered.

“She had every right in the world,” Michael said.

“She was documenting federal fraud.”