“He was using my family’s money to pay off his own bad debts,” I said, the realization tasting like copper in my mouth.

“Exactly,” Sullivan said. “And because he used corporate channels to disguise the transfers, this changes things.”

“What does it mean?” I asked.

“We are upgrading the charges,” Sullivan said firmly. “This is no longer just domestic assault and grand theft.”

“What is it now?”

“Corporate fraud and grand larceny,” he said. “The district attorney is already drafting the new warrant. We are going to freeze every single asset associated with his name.”

“Including the joint accounts?” I asked.

“Everything,” Sullivan said. “He won’t be able to buy a cup of coffee by tomorrow morning.”

A cold wave of relief washed over me, followed instantly by a sharp spike of adrenaline.

“Detective,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “You need to find him right now.”

“We have officers at his home estate and his usual spots,” Sullivan said. “He isn’t going anywhere.”

“You don’t understand,” I said. “Ethan is a coward, but he is a smart coward.”

“What do you mean?”