She also drafted a deposition notice, tying the USB drive directly to the forged corporate ownership documents.

My mind kept wandering to Nolan and Parker.

I pictured their small faces, their identical cowlicks, the way they held hands when they were scared.

They were only eight years old.

They didn’t understand corporate shares or offshore accounts.

They only knew that their father’s house was big and loud, and their mother’s apartment was quiet and safe.

“We have enough to blow this open,” Sarah said around midnight, rubbing her tired eyes. “But we have to play it exactly right. If Philip Dane gets wind of this before we present it to Beckett, he’ll find a way to block it.”

“He won’t see it coming,” I said. “Gavin thinks I’m going to sign his agreement.”

“Let him think that until the moment the gavel falls,” Sarah said.

The next morning brought a cold, gray rain that streaked the tall windows of the Montgomery County Courthouse.

I wore my navy blue suit, the one I had bought when I first pitched the software for Rourke Regional Mobility to our very first investor.