Before he could say another word, the heavy double doors at the end of the hall opened with a loud clatter.

Two uniformed Alexandria police officers hurried down the corridor, their duty belts jingling.

“Is there a problem here?” the lead officer asked, looking between Grant and the security guard.

“This man is trespassing,” Naomi said, handing the officer a folded document from her briefcase. “Here is the emergency restraining order signed by Judge Vance twenty minutes ago.”

The officer took the paper, skimmed it, and then looked at Grant.

“Mr. Holloway?” the officer asked.

“This is a family matter,” Grant said, his voice suddenly polite, his demeanor shifting instantly. “My wife just had our baby. I’m just trying to see my daughter.”

“Sir, you need to come with us,” the second officer said, reaching for his handcuffs.

“Don’t touch me,” Grant said, flinching back. “I’m leaving. I’m leaving.”

He pointed a finger at me, his eyes dark with malice.

“This isn’t over, Tessa,” he said. “You haven’t won anything yet.”

The officers escorted him down the hallway, their hands firmly on his shoulders as he continued to complain.