“Look at this.”

I handed her the phone.

She took it, her eyes scanning the document quickly.

Her face went pale.

“This is highly sophisticated,” she said.

“They’ve already formatted it for the press release.”

“We have to stop them,” I said.

“If the school sees this, they might suspend the boys’ enrollment.”

“I’m calling the judge’s clerk right now,” Sarah said, reaching for her phone.

Before she could dial, my phone buzzed again in her hand.

It was a text message from Gavin.

*You have one hour to sign the settlement agreement,* it read.

*Or this goes to every news outlet in Maryland.*

I stared at the text.

The rain drummed loudly against the windshield of the car.

“What do we do?” I asked.

“We don’t negotiate with extortion,” Sarah said.

“But we need to find where he’s keeping the offshore funds before he empties them.”

“He uses a private server,” I said.

“It’s in his home office.”

“The house is marital property,” Sarah said.

“You still have the keys.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Then we go there now,” she said, starting the engine.