“Good,” Marcus said. “That means we have the timing exactly right.”

He turned his computer monitor toward me.

On the screen was an open email draft addressed to the lead investigator at the federal financial crimes division.

Attached to the email were three high-resolution PDF files.

The first was the signed debt disclosure we had forced Ethan to sign earlier that week.

The document clearly detailed his shared liability for Ryan’s unregulated gambling debts.

The second file was the forensic handwriting analysis of my mother’s supposed will amendment.

The report, signed by a certified court expert, proved Linda had forged my mother’s signature.

The third file was a complete audit of Linda’s personal bank accounts, showing the sudden influx of hidden cash.

“Are you ready?” Marcus asked.

I looked at the glowing blue ‘Send’ button on the screen.

The rain outside the office window tapped against the glass like small fingers.

My mother had worked her entire life to build her estate, intending it to protect our family.

Ethan and Linda had viewed her death as nothing more than a financial opportunity.

“Send it,” I said.