“She knows everything now,” I said. “She knows you used her social security number to open the shell company.”

“She knows you forged her signature on the corporate resolution,” I added.

“You’re bluffing,” he said.

“The bank didn’t think so,” I said. “They flagged the three-million-dollar transfer the second you hit send.”

I watched the laptop screen refresh.

The account balance read zero.

The funds had been moved into a secure holding escrow by the bank’s fraud unit.

“It’s over, Lucas,” I said.

“It’s not over,” he snarled. “I have the physical documents. I have the signed authorizations in the safe.”

“They’re digital counterfeits,” I said. “The bank has the forensic report.”

Through the speaker, we heard another dull thud from his end.

“What was that?” Chloe gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

“They’re in the backyard,” Lucas whispered.

His voice was shaking again.

“Who is in the backyard?” Chloe asked.

“I don’t know,” Lucas said. “I see shadows by the pool.”

I knew exactly who they were.

Two hours ago, I had spoken to Detective Miller of the Palm Springs Police Department.