She clicked a button on her keyboard.

The audio file played through the courtroom speakers.

The sound of wind and a car engine hummed in the background.

“Grant, you’re losing your mind,” Everett’s voice boomed.

“The Langley trust is federal grade.”

“If you forge her name on those deed transfers, you’re going to prison.”

“Cut your losses and run.”

The audio cut off.

Grant’s face drained of color.

He stared at the table, his fingers gripping the edge.

“This recording was recovered from a cloud backup,” Naomi said.

“It shows Mr. Holloway was fully aware that he was attempting to steal his wife’s family inheritance.”

“But his actions go far beyond financial greed.”

Naomi clicked to the next slide.

A series of text messages appeared on the screen.

They were sent from Grant’s phone to a contact labeled ‘Everett’ and another labeled ‘Brielle’.

“We lock her out of the Alexandria house while she’s in the hospital,” one message read.

“I’ll sign the deed transfer myself. She’ll be too busy with the baby to fight back.”