“But he’s also leaving a digital trail of destruction right before a custody hearing.”

“Judge Beckett is not going to look kindly on this.”

My phone vibrated violently in my hand, the screen switching from the security feed to an incoming call.

The caller ID showed Gavin’s office line.

I tapped the screen and put it on speaker.

“I hope you enjoyed the view from the driveway, Cassandra,” Gavin said.

His voice was smooth, completely unaffected by the storm outside or the legal storm brewing around us.

“You’re committing a crime, Gavin,” I said. “That server belongs to the marital estate.”

“Actually, the equipment is registered under a corporate lease,” he replied.

I could hear the faint, rhythmic click of his gold signet ring tapping against his mahogany desk.

“I’m merely reclaiming company property for a security audit.”

“You’re wiping the source code,” I said, my grip tightening on the door handle.

“I’m updating our proprietary assets,” he said.

“And since you no longer have an active contract with the company, your access is being terminated.”

Sarah leaned closer to the dashboard, her voice sharp and professional.