Richard folded his arms.
“For the baby?”
“No.”
His smile weakened.
“For me.”
Then headlights appeared through the rain.
Not one vehicle.
Four.
Two dark SUVs pulled up beyond the iron gate.
Behind them came a county sheriff’s cruiser.
And then an ambulance.
Vanessa slowly lowered the Scotch glass.
“What is this?”
I said nothing.
Maya stepped out of the first SUV beneath a black umbrella.
Behind her came two financial-crimes investigators, a forensic accountant I personally knew, and Deputy Marshal Harris.
My father stared at them.
Maya walked straight past him and came toward me first.
“Mrs. Caldwell, the medical team is on the way to you.”
Then she turned to Richard.
“Mr. Vale, step away from the doorway.”
He scoffed.
“This is private property.”
“Yes,” Maya replied calmly.
“Claire Caldwell’s private property.”
Vanessa blinked.
Richard raised the paperwork again.
