“I am fine,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on Pendelton. “Arthur, did Ethan tell you which bank he went to?”

Pendelton smiled, a thin, sharp line on his face.

“The downtown branch of Apex Trust,” he said. “The private banking division.”

“The division that handles the Brooks Family Trust,” I murmured.

“Precisely,” Pendelton said. “By the time your lawyers can file a counter-injunction, the funds will be transferred.”

I reached under my thigh and retrieved my phone.

I did not text Rachel back.

Instead, I opened my email and found the automated confirmation sheet from the state banking commissioner’s office, dated four hours ago.

“You should call your client,” I said.

Pendelton’s brow furrowed.

“I have no need to call him,” he said. “The paperwork is in order.”

“Arthur, I spent eight years working in the financial fraud division of the state attorney general’s office,” I said, my voice remaining level. “Do you honestly think I didn’t prepare for this?”

He stared at me, his smile fading slightly.

“The Brooks Family Trust is not a standard marital asset,” I said. “It is a multi-generational structure, governed by a strict clawback provision in the event of criminal indictment.”