“Byron,” I said.
“Tell my father I’m done hiding.
Activate every financial audit on Kingsley Enterprises.
Freeze all corporate funds backed by our holdings.
And hand everything we have on their embezzlement to the Federal Prosecutor.”
There was a silence on the line, and in it I could hear something like emotion from a man I’d never known to show any.
“Mr.
Crawford has waited six years to hear you say that.”
I looked down at Poppy, who had finally cried herself to sleep against my shoulder, exhausted.
“Tonight we’ll be at the Grand Pinnacle Gala,” I said.