“They are trying to frame you,” I said, the realization hitting me like a physical blow.

“If they can make it look like you embezzled money or altered the business files, they can ruin your credibility.”

“And they can claim you assaulted me to cover your own tracks,” Wyatt muttered.

It was a desperate, vicious move, but it was exactly how my parents operated.

They would burn down the entire world before they admitted defeat.

“Detective, we have to go back there,” I said, pulling the heart monitor leads off my chest.

The machine began to beep in a steady, high-pitched whine.

“Sadie, you aren’t discharged yet,” Wyatt warned, though he didn’t stop me.

“I don’t care,” I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

“My grandfather left that legacy to me, and I am not letting them shred it.”

Harper looked at me, her expression grim but understanding.

“I’ll meet you there,” Harper said. “But you stay in Wyatt’s car until my officers secure the perimeter.”

“Understood,” Wyatt said.

He helped me stand, his arm supporting my waist.