“What do we do now?” I asked my father.

“We finish this, Sophie,” my father said.

He looked down at the hardware token in Ethan’s hand.

“They tried to steal our entire legacy tonight,” my father said.

“And they left a digital trail straight to Claire’s laptop,” Ethan added.

“We have the physical break-in on security footage,” my father said.

“We have the digital logs from the server room,” my father continued.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a leather folder.

Inside were the bank statements showing the embezzled funds from Whitaker Construction.

“This is everything,” my father said.

“It’s more than enough for grand larceny and corporate espionage,” Ethan said.

“I need to get this to the county prosecutor,” my father said.

“Tonight?” I asked.

“The longer we wait, the more time Claire has to destroy her hard drive,” my father said.

He looked at Ethan.

“Can you print the access logs right now?” my father asked.

“I’ll have them ready in five minutes,” Ethan said.

“Good,” my father said. “I’ll make the call.”

He dialed a number he had kept in his contacts for weeks.