PART 3
Sloane suddenly rushed toward me.
“Give me that!”
She reached for the tablet, but Deputy Ellis caught her wrist before she touched me.
“Step back,” he ordered.
She tried to pull away.
“That recording is illegal!”
Dana remained calm.
“The conversation occurred on private trust property covered by posted audio-video surveillance notices. Your attorney may challenge it later.”
Grant stared at the drone.
“Turn off the livestream.”
Sloane’s assistant stood near the stage, too shocked to move.
“Turn it off!” Grant shouted.
The assistant looked at her tablet.
“I can’t. Sloane changed the administrator password.”
The livestream viewer count continued climbing.
Grant turned to me.
“Mom, please. Stop this before it gets worse.”
“You watched your wife throw my dinner into a dog’s bowl.”
“It was a stupid joke.”
“No,” I said. “It was a public demonstration of how you believed I deserved to be treated.”
“I didn’t know she was going to do that.”
“But after she did, you smiled.”
His mouth opened.
No words came out.
Dana handed him a document.
“This is formal notice that your permission to occupy the guesthouse has been revoked. You have seventy-two hours to remove your personal belongings under supervision.”
Sloane stared at her.
“You can’t evict us during a holiday weekend.”
“The trust can revoke access immediately when its assets are at risk.”
“What about our cars?” Sloane demanded.
“The sedan and SUV are registered to Bellhaven Ridge Holdings,” Dana replied. “They remain here.”
“The speedboat?”
“Also owned by the trust.”
“The furniture in the guesthouse?”
“Most of it was purchased by the trust.”
Sloane’s breathing became shallow.
“You’re leaving us with nothing.”
