Maria’s voice turned shrill. “Tell her to stay away if she wants to carry that baby of hers to term. There’s nothing like the pain of losing your child.”

Richard laughed angrily again. “She’s a total fucking stranger, and you’re letting her dictate what happens to us? After all the time we gave you… Un-fucking-believable.”

Josiah’s resolve to keep hold of his temper vaporized. “You didn’t give me jack shit, Richard, not when I’ve financially supported all of you, and not when this has been your mission too. I’ve given you the time and opportunity to pursue your revenge—that’s why we all started working together in the first place. And she isn’t a fucking stranger to me, and I don’t let her do anything. Even if I don’t agree with the decision, she has the right to return home. If we try to stop her, that would be criminal confinement. She won’t be back here for four and a half months, so we need to pull our heads out of our asses and finish what we started.”

“But this might be perfect,” Anson said. He smiled at Josiah. “Look, I know you’ve got all the messy personal stuff to deal with… but remember when I said we might need to try to shake something loose? Molly’s return could do that very thing.”

“Christ almighty,” Josiah muttered in disgust.

Henry rubbed his jaw with the side of his thumb as he stared at a vista only he could see. “I like it.” His gaze snapped to Josiah. “But what if that fails too? What then?”

“She and I haven’t discussed the details of what comes next.” Other than the most important things of all. Her first ultrasound. Their first date. “But I’m putting her first. That means if she needs me to pull out of the coven, I’m going to pull out. I’ll set up a trust fund so you can keep going.” He gave Richard a hard look. “I won’t leave you in the lurch like some of you seem to think I might.”

Richard started to look somewhat mollified.

Then Steven spoke up with a smile. “I think we should break into Sherman & Associates. Or Russell Sherman’s house. Or both.” Everyone else fell silent and stared at him. “What? I’d love to get a shot at what they’ve got on their servers.”

If they did break in, nothing they found would be admissible, but pursuing a successful legal strategy had always been just one potential plan they might use to get at their opponent. And this would give them the opportunity to harvest a list of the firm’s real clients, not the bogus, partial list someone had planted in Sullivan’s office for the police to find.

“That’s perfect,” Josiah said. “Let’s do it.”