“Raymond destroyed himself, Mother,” I said, feeling nothing for her. “I only handed the evidence to the people whose job it is to act on it.”

Reginald paced, breathing hard, hunting for an exit — any way to save his fortune from Alistair Sanders.

“Fine!” he spat, jabbing a shaking finger. “You froze our accounts. But we own real buildings, real property. We’ll sell it all, hire the finest lawyers, and beat you in court!”

Alistair smiled. There was no warmth in it.

“You think I’d move against you without closing every exit first?” he asked, walking Reginald back until he loomed over him.

“What do you mean?” Reginald asked, retreating until the wall stopped him.