I stopped walking.

I read the words on the screen, my breath catching in my throat.

The text message was brief.

*Gloria just checked in at the Dallas Country Club to host her pre-gala luncheon. She put the fifty-thousand-dollar deposit on Graham’s corporate card ten minutes ago.*

I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the glass.

The air in the hallway was cool, but I could feel the Texas heat press against the heavy glass windows at the end of the corridor.

I turned back to Sterling, who was putting his documents into his leather briefcase.

“Sterling,” I said. “How fast can your team freeze the corporate accounts?”

Sterling looked up, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose.

“The court order was signed this morning, Jocelyn,” he said. “The banks have already received the digital notice. It takes about fifteen minutes for the system to lock the cards.”

“Good,” I said. “Then we are just in time.”

I walked out of the building and into the bright Dallas sunlight.

My silver SUV was parked in the shade of an oak tree, but the leather seats were still warm when I climbed in.