Grant saw me and lunged, but an agent shoved him against the brick and pinned his shoulder. “Tessa!” he begged, his voice cracking, tears running down his pale face.

“Tessa, please! Tell them it’s a mistake! Tell them about the trust! Mom just got confused with the paperwork! Please, they’re going to lock us away!”

Mara stepped out from the passenger side, holding up a lit tablet. “The trust is exactly why they’re here, Mr. Holloway. The bait was taken. The wire fraud, the forged deed, the cyber-espionage facilitated by Major Donnelly, the conspiracy to embezzle military assets — it’s all documented.

You left a digital footprint a mile wide.”

Judith stopped fighting for a second to glare at me, her face twisting into a mask of hatred. “You arrogant bitch. You stole everything from us! Your grandfather ruined my husband, and now you’re ruining my son!”

I walked up the front steps and signaled the agents to hold a moment. I stopped inches from the woman who’d orchestrated my ruin for forty years, and the weak man who’d carried out her bidding.