“He is,” Sterling said, looking directly at Graham. “But he is currently reviewing some civil matters with us.”

“Tell him not to leave the building,” Miller said. “We are en route to the office now.”

The call ended with a short beep.

The silence that followed was heavy and cold.

Gloria looked from the phone to Graham, her face contorting with a mix of confusion and rising panic.

“An arrest warrant?” Gloria asked, her voice rising an octave. “Graham, what is this man talking about? What signatures?”

Graham put his head in his hands, his fingers digging into his hair.

“The secondary schedule, Mother,” I said quietly.

Gloria snapped her head toward me, her eyes flashing with her usual venom, though her lips were trembling.

“You shut your mouth, Jocelyn,” she hissed. “This is family business. You have no right to speak to us this way.”

“Actually, Gloria, I do,” I said.

I opened my leather folder and pulled out a single sheet of paper.

I slid it across the table toward her.

It was a copy of the deed of trust for the Highland Park property, stamped with a red “Notice of Default” header.