“This is enough to put her away for a very long time.”

“And it will destroy the Lawson Group,” Ethan said, his voice flat and hollow.

“The shareholders will pull out overnight.”

“The family business will be completely ruined.”

“Good,” I said, looking directly at him.

“They deserve to lose everything.”

Olivia looked at the screen, then up at me.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

“We call Samuel,” I said.

“He has a contact at the state attorney’s office.”

“They can issue an emergency arrest warrant before she can flee the country.”

“She has a private jet on standby at Centennial Airport,” Ethan warned.

“She was planning to leave for Switzerland tomorrow morning.”

“Then we don’t have much time,” Julian said.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Samuel Greene’s number.

“Samuel, we have the financial records,” Julian said into the phone.

“Yes, the offshore wires.”

“Signed by Margaret.”

He listened for a moment, nodding his head.

“We are at the Boulder cabin,” Julian said.

“Okay, we will wait.”

He hung up and looked at me.

“Samuel is contacting the federal prosecutors,” Julian said.