“It is happening,” Marcus said, his voice dropping an octave.

I leaned closer, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The email contained a scanned PDF document with a court seal.

It was a preliminary motion for an emergency restraining order against me.

“The filing is dated for tomorrow morning,” Marcus said.

“Who is the signing judge?” I asked.

Marcus zoomed in on the signature line at the bottom of the page.

The name was blank, but a digital timestamp showed it was scheduled for an expedited hearing at eight o’clock.

“Once this is signed, you are locked out,” Marcus said.

“I have twelve hours,” I said.

“Less,” Marcus corrected. “They will serve you the moment you set foot near the property if they spot you.”

I picked up my Glock from the desk and checked the slide.

“Then I won’t let them see me,” I said.

I slipped the micro-transmitters into my vest pocket.

“Be careful, Evelyn,” Marcus said. “Vanessa is not just a mistress. She is a professional.”

“I know exactly what she is,” I said.

I walked to the corner of the room where my tactical gear was stored.