Judge Whitmore peered over his reading glasses, his annoyance fading into intense curiosity. “Counselor, this is a conservatorship hearing, and you’re alleging federal crimes.

This is highly irregular.”

“The irregularity, Your Honor, is the bedrock of the petition before you,” Lena countered. “My client, Mr. Vance, is the registered agent of Apex Holdings.

This morning we handed original ledgers and audio recordings to the FBI. But because Mr. Mercer is currently using this court to execute the final phase of his fraud — stripping Mrs. Mercer of her legal rights — we’re legally obligated to intervene.”

Grant’s lawyer sputtered. “Objection! This is absurd! Mrs. Mercer is severely ill! This is a stunt!”

“Is she?” Judge Whitmore asked, narrowing his eyes at Grant’s lawyer before turning to the bailiff. “Bring me those files.”