Cain pulled out his phone. “I’m texting Dante. He needs to do a deeper dive into Jeff’s financials. Maybe there’s some proof that the Foleys are paying him.”

I couldn’t see how. They seemed too smart for that. If they had bribed Jeff and Derek, I was sure they hadn’t written them a check. “It seems insane that people can get away with stuff like this.”

“But it happens all the time. They just think the rules don’t apply to them.”

“We’re going to make sure they do.”

“We’re sure as hell going to try—” The beeping of my phone cut off Cain’s words.

I scanned the screen, my fingers tightening around the device.

Dante: Anonymous source tells me Mr. Foley withdrew fifty grand from his retirement account two days after being notified of Anna’s petition for custody.

I turned the phone around so Cain could read the screen. “Who the hell is this anonymous source?” I asked. “We need them to go on record. Testify.”

Cain shook his head, keeping his voice low. “Anonymous source means he hacked into their bank accounts to get the lay of the land.”

I let out a string of curses. “Any way we can get a warrant?”

“I’ll have to talk to Walker, but I doubt it. Not on an anonymous tip alone.”

I gripped my phone tighter, the edges of the device biting into my palm. “I need to tell Anna. She’ll kill me if I know this and don’t share.” It was the last thing I wanted to do. The last few days had been good. No run-ins with Derek, Justin and Lyla happy, finding our routine.

“Come on. I’ll drive us over to the center. Kennedy’s working there today, and I can always use an excuse to see my wife.”

Typically, I would’ve made a crack about him dragging her off to some dark corner, but the only thing I could think about right now was that I was about to ruin Anna’s day. But I had no choice. I was working on earning her trust, and that meant being honest with every piece of information I found. “Let’s go.”

We tossed some cash onto the table and headed for Cain’s SUV. The drive was silent as I imagined various ways to send Anna’s parents to prison. Anywhere they couldn’t hurt her anymore. Cain pulled into a spot near the front of the community center, and we hopped out, moving towards the Hope House buildings.

Jefferson, the daytime security guard, opened the door from the inside as we approached. “Afternoon, guys.”

Cain gave him a friendly clap on the back. “Holding down the fort?”

“You know it.”