“We have not been served with any formal indictment.”

“The indictment was signed by a federal judge an hour ago, counselor,” Agent Davies said.

He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

He handed it to Vance.

Vance read it quickly, his face losing its color.

“Graham,” Vance whispered. “Do not say another word.”

“Arden, please,” Graham said, his voice cracking.

“We can fix this.”

“Think about the family.”

“Think about your reputation in Highland Park.”

“I am thinking about it,” I said.

“And I am cleaning the slate.”

Behind us, the glass doors of the lobby opened.

Three more law enforcement officers entered, their boots loud on the marble.

They walked directly toward Graham.

I stepped back, watching them surround my husband.

I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.

But I knew my work was not finished.

The firm was in ruins, but the assets remained.

I turned toward the elevators.

I needed to call the remaining board members.

I had already drafted the restructuring plan with Maren’s legal team.