“Did you do something?” he demanded.

Sloane looked at me, and I nodded slowly.

“No, Nolan,” she said. “I’m looking at the terminal now.”

“The primary accounts were frozen twenty minutes ago.”

“Your mother’s signature on the secondary account authorized a manual override, but they must have flagged the IP address.”

Nolan swore loudly, the sound of a horn honking in the background of his call.

“I have the police at the hospital,” he said.

“But they won’t wait forever.”

“They’re asking for the certified court seal on the custody order.”

“The notary I used is backing out.”

“He says the state bar is already investigating his license.”

“Nolan, you need to get out of there,” Sloane said, following my hand gestures.

“If the bank flags the police, they will have a warrant for your arrest within the hour.”

There was a long silence on the line, filled only by the sound of heavy breathing.

“Where is Marjorie?” Sloane asked.

“She’s at the townhouse,” Nolan said.

“She’s packing the safe.”

“We have two hundred thousand in cash and the bearer bonds from the safe deposit box.”