“I need to know my family is safe,” Jake said. “You cut my power tonight. You had someone creeping around my house.”

“Just a little reminder of who holds the cards,” Walter said.

“So it was you,” Jake said.

“Does it matter?” Walter replied. “You are a dead man, Jake. The military declared you dead. The state of Colorado believes you are dead. If you do not sign these papers, we will make sure that status becomes permanent.”

I squeezed Owen tighter, my knuckles aching.

“We need more than that, Jake,” Reyes whispered to the screen. “Get them to mention the money.”

Jake seemed to hear him.

“What about the trust?” Jake asked. “The four hundred thousand dollars from the military. Logan, you signed my name to the bank transfers.”

There was a brief silence on the tape.

Then, Logan laughed.

“You think anyone is going to believe you?” Logan said.

“I want to hear you say it,” Jake said.

“Yeah, I signed your name,” Logan said, his voice dipping with arrogance. “And Dad cleared the probate court. It was easy. You weren’t here to use it anyway.”