“They wanted Owen,” I said, my voice barely audible. “Patricia wanted the baby so she could control the trust fund my grandfather left.”

Agent Vance nodded, his pen clicking open.

“Ethan confirmed that in his initial statement,” he said. “He told us Patricia has a power of attorney document ready for you to sign under duress.”

“We have proof of that duress,” my father said.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the small digital recorder.

“This is the audio from when Patricia and Courtney cornered Hannah in this room yesterday,” my father said.

Agent Vance reached out and took the small black device.

“Is the audio clear?” Vance asked.

“Clear enough to hear Patricia threatening to take the child by force,” my father said.

The younger agent made a quick note on his legal pad.

“We will need a copy of this for the federal grand jury,” he said. “But the local prosecutor will want it first.”

“For the preliminary hearing?” I asked.

“Yes,” Vance said. “It’s scheduled for Tuesday morning.”

He looked at me with a serious expression.