Gavin swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving up and down behind his silk tie.

“Those funds are currently… tied up in foreign investment structures,” Gavin said.

“They are in the Cayman accounts shown on that screen,” Judge Beckett said.

“Yes or no, Mr. Rourke?”

Gavin did not answer.

He looked at Dane, but Dane was looking at the ceiling, his jaw set.

“The court will take a fifteen-minute recess,” Judge Beckett announced, striking her wooden gavel once.

“Mr. Dane, I suggest you advise your client very carefully during this time.”

“Because if these documents are what they appear to be, this is no longer just a custody dispute.”

“It is a criminal matter.”

She rose from the bench and disappeared into her chambers.

The heavy wooden door clicked shut.

The gallery erupted into a low murmur of whispers.

I stood up, my knees slightly weak, but my chest felt lighter than it had in months.

Gavin spun around, his face purple with rage, walking toward my table.

“You think you won?” Gavin whispered, stopping just inches from the wooden barrier.

“You just destroyed the company, Cassandra.”