“We need to coordinate with the tactical team,” Agent Miller said. “If we go to their corporate offices, they’ll destroy the local servers before we clear the lobby.”

“There is a better way,” Nora said.

She pulled up a digital invitation on her tablet and slid it across the table.

“Tomorrow night is the annual Thorne Foundation Charity Gala,” Nora said. “It’s held at the main estate.”

“The entire family will be there,” I added. “Julian, Eleanor, and Gareth. Along with their primary legal counsel.”

Vance stared at the digital flyer, his fingers tapping the polished wood table.

“If we execute the warrants there, we catch them in possession of their active mobile devices and personal laptops,” Vance said.

“It also prevents Eleanor from fleeing on her private jet,” Miller noted. “She has a flight plan registered for the Bahamas the morning after the gala.”

“We do it tomorrow night,” Vance decided, looking at Miller. “We’ll have a federal team ready to move on the estate.”

My burner phone vibrated violently against the wood table.

It was a restricted number.