My corporate litigation team will have a restraining order on your desk by eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”

My father didn’t step back an inch.

He unbuttoned his overcoat, reached into his breast pocket, and took out a folded blue ledger sheet.

“Then your legal team can explain this filing,” my father said, holding the paper out across the mahogany bed.

Cole took the page without looking at it.

“What’s this supposed to be?”

“The official wire transfer notice from SoHo Private Bank,” my father said, checking his watch again.

“Dated December twenty-first.