I kept the phone against my ear and pressed my free hand flat on the porch floor.

The second notice had to be going through now.

The bank’s systems would be locking every door he had.

Samantha had explained it once, in her office, with the folder open between us.

The trust didn’t need a court order to pull his authority.

It only needed one unauthorized act, and he had given it a whole kitchen floor’s worth.

Then the ringtone started inside the house.