“Mr. Rourke, this is Sarah Vance.”

“We have a court-appointed receiver preparing to take control of your corporate accounts tomorrow morning.”

“Any transfer or destruction of assets tonight will be treated as contempt of court.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

I heard him take a slow sip of what I knew was twenty-year-old scotch.

“Ms. Vance, you are a very expensive attorney, but you lack imagination,” Gavin said.

“The receiver’s authority only extends to local assets.”

“By nine o’clock tomorrow morning, Rourke Regional’s liquid capital will be resting in a private trust.”

“Specifically, in a jurisdiction that doesn’t recognize Maryland family court orders.”

My chest tightened.

“You can’t move that much money without board approval,” I said.

“I have the majority share, Cassandra,” he said.

“Thanks to the transfer document you signed last month.”

“I never signed that document,” I said. “We both know it’s a forgery.”

“A court-appointed handwriting expert will say otherwise,” Gavin said.

“But let’s talk about something more pressing than code and capital.”

“Let’s talk about the boys.”