“SEC just frozen the RRM Delaware accounts. Sloane’s corporate card flagged at Dulles. She’s booking a flight to Zurich.”

I looked up from the screen.

The blue light of my phone cast a faint glow on my fingers.

Gavin was still pleading with Philip Dane, his hand resting heavily on the mahogany rail.

“Philip, did you hear me?” Gavin whispered, his voice desperate and low. “We have to file the emergency motion now.”

Dane zipped his leather briefcase.

The brass clasp clicked shut with a sharp, final sound.

“There is no motion to file, Gavin,” Dane said.

His voice was completely devoid of emotion.

“What do you mean?” Gavin asked.

His brow furrowed, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

“You’re my attorney. I pay you fifty thousand dollars a month to find a way out of things like this.”

“You paid me to represent you in a custody dispute,” Dane said.

He picked up his briefcase by the worn leather handle.

“I do not represent clients who present fraudulent financial disclosures to a court of law.”