“I am in the elevator, going down to the lobby,” I said.

“Get to your car and lock the doors,” Nathan said. “Victor walked out of the building ten minutes ago before the marshals could process the secondary warrant.”

“He has nothing left, Nathan,” I said.

“He has his keys to the old apartment on eighth street, the one we used for visiting clients,” Nathan said. “He knows the bank hasn’t seized that unit yet.”

The elevator chimed and the doors opened into the bright, marble-floored lobby.

Evelyn Price was standing near the security desk, her coat zipped to her chin.

She looked at me and nodded once, her expression hard.

“The board has called an emergency session for nine o’clock tomorrow morning,” Evelyn said as I walked toward her.

“Is the SEC filing complete?” I asked.

“It went through at three o’clock,” Evelyn said. “You now hold fifty-one percent of the voting shares of Hayes Development.”

“And Victor?” I asked.

“His personal accounts were frozen an hour ago,” she said. “The federal prosecutor is signing the indictment papers as we speak.”