“She stole my grandmother’s money to get him out,” I said.

“It is paper trail evidence, Sadie,” Wyatt said gently, rubbing my shoulder. “She just committed a financial crime on a recorded line.”

Detective Harper walked out of the back hallway, holding a blue folder.

“She just posted his bail,” I told her. “Using the restricted trust.”

Harper stopped, her eyebrows pulling together as she looked at the empty lobby.

“She used the Davis trust?” Harper asked.

“Yes,” Wyatt said. “The one that requires Sadie’s co-signature for any withdrawal over ten thousand.”

Harper made a quick note on her pad with a silver pen.

“That will make the prosecutor’s job much easier,” Harper said.

“But my father is going free tonight,” I said.

“Only until the hearing,” Harper said. “And he is being fitted with a GPS ankle monitor before he leaves the building.”

“It is not enough,” I muttered, shaking my head. “They will find a way to hide the rest of the money.”

Wyatt’s phone buzzed in his coat pocket.

He pulled it out, looked at the screen, and his face went still.