Attached to the chain was a bright orange notice.

It was a court-ordered seizure warrant.

Underneath the photo was a text message from Nathan Cole.

“Alexandra, we have a major problem,” the message read.

“They’ve locked us out of the yard.”

The phone began to ring in my hand, Nathan’s name flashing on the screen.

I swiped the screen and put the phone to my ear.

“Nathan,” I said, keeping my voice low so Chloe wouldn’t worry.

“They’ve got a court order, Alexandra,” Nathan said, his voice tight.

“Who is ‘they’?” I asked.

“Richard’s lawyers,” he said. “A sheriff’s deputy showed up at the storage yard twenty minutes ago with a writ of attachment.”

“They’re accusing us of stealing the structure.”

I looked across the table at Chloe, who was chewing on her lip.

“Can they do that?” I asked.

“The yard owner had to comply,” Nathan said. “My trucks are locked inside with the flatbeds.”

“Don’t do anything yet,” I said. “Let me call Gloria.”

I hung up and stared at my iced tea.

The condensation ran down the glass, pooling on the faux-wood laminate of the table.