“In these messages, Mrs. Vance specifically instructs Mr. Brantley to bypass standard registry protocols to hide the origin of the wine.”

The judge leaned forward, his brow furrowed.

“Is this correct, Mr. Brantley?” the judge asked, looking toward the gallery.

Brantley stood up slowly.

“Yes, Your Honor,” Brantley said, his voice quiet.

“I was told the family agreed to the liquidation.”

Vivian closed her eyes, her jaw tightening.

Evan stared at his hands, which were resting in his lap.

“Based on the evidence presented,” Judge Thornton said, his voice echoing in the quiet room.

“This court finds sufficient cause to refer this matter to the District Attorney.”

The judge banged his gavel down.

“I am ordering the immediate arrest of Evan Vance, Vivian Vance, and Sloane Pierce.”

“They will be charged with grand theft, conspiracy, and estate fraud.”

Two bailiffs stepped forward from the back of the room.

They approached Evan first, who stood up without looking at me.

The sound of metal handcuffs clicking shut was loud in the small room.

Vivian stood up slowly, her chin held high, though her hands shook as the cuffs were placed on her wrists.