“He said his father told him to keep it safe and never let his mother wash it.”

“He also said his father made him memorize a long list of numbers.”

“He thought it was a game about the stars.”

My heart stopped.

I looked at Grant, whose hands were still covering his face.

“What numbers, Ms. Whitaker?” Judge Harlan asked.

“The account number and the password,” Renee said.

“Nolan recited them to me.”

“They match the login credentials on the receipt exactly.”

The courtroom seemed to grow even colder.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek, but I didn’t wipe it away.

Grant had used our son as a safe deposit box.

He had put Nolan in danger to hide his wealth.

“This court will recess for thirty minutes,” Judge Harlan said, his voice low and dangerous.

“I want both counsel in my chambers.”

He slammed the gavel down, the sound echoing like a gunshot.

The judge stood and walked out of the courtroom, his robes sweeping behind him.

Sarah turned to me, her eyes shining.

“We have him, Claire,” she whispered.

“We have him.”