“It’s too late for that,” I said.

“The marshals have already frozen your corporate assets.

The district attorney has charges filed — aggravated assault, false imprisonment, conspiracy.

And CID is seizing every property tied to the land scheme.” Damien came half out of his chair; a federal marshal’s hand landed on his shoulder and put him back in it.

Vivienne looked at me with something close to hatred.

“You would drag your own daughter’s name through the mud for this?”