“He admits he knew the signatures were forged, but you offered him a twenty percent cut of the off-market sales,” Lydia said.

Malcolm stepped closer to Evan, his hand resting near his belt.

“Mr. Hayes, this constitutes grand larceny, interstate transport of stolen property, and bank fraud,” Malcolm said.

Evan looked at me, his jaw clenching as the desperation in his eyes turned into something much darker.

“You think you’ve won, Claire?” Evan whispered, his voice trembling with a quiet, venomous rage.

“I am taking back what is mine, Evan,” I said.

He took a slow step toward me, ignoring Malcolm’s warning glance.

“You won’t have an estate left to manage by the time I’m through with you,” Evan said, his eyes narrowing into slits.

He reached into his breast pocket, and Malcolm instantly gripped his arm.

“Hands where I can see them, Mr. Hayes,” Malcolm barked.

“I’m just getting my phone,” Evan said, pulling his arm back with a sneer.

He slid his phone out and tapped the screen, holding it up so I could see the display.

It was a folder directory containing scanned PDF files.