“We have proof of asset dissipation and fraud.”

He hung up the phone and looked at me, a tight smile on his lips.

“The judge is signing the order within the hour.”

“The forensic accountants will begin tracing every dime by tomorrow morning.”

“They will look at the construction deals, the land sales, everything,” Wyatt said.

“Exactly,” Marcus said. “Your parents’ entire financial history is about to be pulled apart piece by piece.”

I looked at Arthur.

His hands were resting on his knees, his knuckles swollen with arthritis.

“Thank you, Arthur,” I said.

“You don’t need to thank me, child,” he said. “I should have done this when your grandfather passed.”

“I was afraid of what they would do to my business.”

“They can’t hurt you now,” Wyatt said, leaning back in his chair.

“They will try,” Arthur warned. “Desperate people do dangerous things.”

Wyatt’s phone vibrated against the wooden table, the buzzing sound loud in the quiet room.

He picked it up and stared at the screen.

His jaw tightened, a hard line forming along his cheek.

“What is it?” I asked.