“The transport convoy just crossed the county line,” Michael said, lowering his voice considerably.

“Ethan and his mother are being booked into the federal holding facility right now.”

“And his corporate accounts?” Richard asked.

“Frozen ten minutes ago,” Michael said.

“The court order cleared the regional clearinghouse before six.

He can’t move one dollar out of those shell companies.”

Richard gave a single nod, his eyes on the gray tile floor between them.

“The sheriff’s office has called three times wanting a status update,” Michael added.