The doorbell rang.
Warren looked toward it, confused.
I opened the door.
Rowan Vale stood outside with a deputy sheriff and a woman from his office carrying a tablet.
Warren’s expression shifted from rage to alarm.
“What is this?”
Rowan stepped inside. “Service of notice.”
“For what?”
“Separation filing. Temporary financial injunction. Notice of forensic accounting. Demand for preservation of records. Civil claim regarding forged signatures. And a petition concerning custody.”
Warren stared at him.
Then he turned to me. “You planned this.”
“No,” I said. “I prepared for it.”
The deputy remained by the door, quiet and watchful.
Rowan handed Warren the packet.
Warren didn’t take it at first.
So Rowan placed it on the table.
