“Vanessa wouldn’t do that,” he whispered, though his trembling hands betrayed him.

“Vanessa might not know the extent of it,” I said, though I knew she did. “But Grant does. And Grant protects Grant.” I pulled a small earpiece from my pocket and set it on the table.

“Put this in. Listen to track four.”

I watched him put it in. I watched his eyes widen as he heard Grant’s cold voice laying out the plan to let him take the fall.

When it finished, he pulled the earpiece out, looking like he might be sick. “Why are you showing me this?”

“Because on the sixteenth, Grant goes to court to make my conservatorship permanent,” I said. “If he wins, I disappear into a facility and he pulls the trigger on this plan.