“How do we stop the board meeting?” I asked.

“We need Marcus Sterling’s vote,” Malcolm said. “If Marcus defects back to our side, your father doesn’t have the majority.”

I looked at the ledger again.

“I have the ledger,” I said. “I have the account numbers.”

“Then you need to confront Marcus tonight,” Malcolm said. “Before he goes to that meeting tomorrow.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s at his residence in Cherry Creek,” Malcolm said. “But be careful, Avery. Your father is desperate.”

“I’m not afraid of him,” I said, though my hands were trembling.

“You should be,” Malcolm said. “He has nothing left to lose.”

The call ended, leaving only the hum of the dial tone.

I lowered the phone and looked at Calvin.

“My father is trying to strip my power before the probate even clears,” I said.

“We go to Sterling’s house,” Calvin said, his voice firm.

“It’s nearly midnight,” I said. “And the roads are covered in ice.”

“I have the truck,” Calvin said. “And we don’t have a choice.”

I nodded, slipping the ledger into my coat pocket.