Diesel did a quick Internet search. “LaGrange High School has a dance team and they’re called the ‘Dancing Divas,’ so ‘LG Varsity Dancing Divas’ makes sense.” He bristled with the excitement that always accompanied a hunt. It was better than feeling ragey at Brewer’s malice. Or numb at Dani’s obvious rejection. “That could work.”

“Once we get her last name, either through Jeremy or the high school, we’ll be able to trace to the Brothers Grim.”

“That assumes they are her actual family. ‘Brothers’ could mean a lot of things, although it’s a place to start.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Whoever they are, they can lead us to the vengeance dude.”

“Possibly. Although I’m sure whatever his real name is,” he said lightly, “it won’t roll off the tongue in nearly the same way as ‘vengeance dude.’”

She rolled her eyes at his teasing, which he’d managed pretty convincingly, if he did say so himself. Because he was really feeling desperation clawing at his heart. She was sitting here with him physically, but had pulled away emotionally.

“What did you find?” she asked.

Diesel frowned at the numbers on his screen. “The boys had trust funds.”

Dani stilled. “Had?”

Diesel nodded grimly. “Brewer had regular direct deposits coming in from another bank. At first I thought they were his income, but that’s deposited into another account that matches with his reported income on his tax forms.”

Her dark brows lifted. “You can see his tax forms?”

“Only because he kept copies on his hard drive.”

“How do you know the money came from the boys’ trust funds?”

“Because he kept the e-mails detailing the transfers.”

She pressed her lips tightly together. “How much did he take?”

“All totaled, more than a million dollars.”

She gasped. “Oh my God.”

“Half of it was an inheritance that Michael Rowland Senior left to the kids when he was killed in Iraq. That money and the house itself were passed down through the boys’ biological father’s family. The other half was probably Rowland Senior’s death benefits. If he had maximum coverage, his family would have received four hundred grand. There’s also the death gratuity.”

Dani winced. “Death gratuity? That sounds awful. Like it’s a tip for dying.”

Diesel agreed with her. “I know, but that’s what the military calls it. There’s also the surviving family benefits. It’s not much—maybe a grand a month—but the boys will be entitled to that until they’re eighteen.”

“That’s something, I guess.”

“Not much,” Diesel said with disgust. “The life insurance and the paternal inheritance were invested and the dividends plus the GI benefits should have been enough to pay the children’s expenses until they turned eighteen. But it’s all gone.”

Dani’s eyes were narrowed and angry. “I’m surprised that the mother hadn’t taken it all already.”