Sarah: Mark, you need to go to the hospital and get your hand bandaged up before you do anything else.
Mark: There's no time for the hospital, Sarah. If Jason delivers those paper deeds to Richard tonight, they can file a fraudulent claim before the banks open tomorrow.
Brooke walked over to the counter, picking up a crumpled piece of paper that had fallen out of Jason's pocket during the fight.
Brooke: Dad, look at this. It's an address written on a hotel notepad.
Mark took the paper from Brooke, scanning the bold ink written across the top.
Mark: The Grand Regent Hotel... Room 412. That's where Richard is staying while the auditors review the trust fund.
Sarah: What are you going to do, Mark? You can't just storm into a luxury hotel looking like this.
Mark: I'm not going alone. I'm calling our corporate attorney right now.
Mark dialed his attorney's number on speakerphone, holding the phone close to his face as the line rang three times.
Attorney Carter: Mark? It's almost ten at night, is everything okay?
Mark: Carter, Jason just broke into my house, assaulted my sister-in-law, and stole the original patent deeds for the solar drive.
Attorney Carter: What?! Are you serious? Did you call the police?
Mark: I threw Jason out of the house, but he's on his way to meet Richard at the Grand Regent Hotel right now.
Attorney Carter: Mark, listen to me carefully. If Richard has those physical documents in his possession at the board meeting tomorrow, he can trigger the emergency buyout clause in your father's will.
Mark: I know that! That's why I need you to meet me at the Grand Regent in twenty minutes with the court injunction.
Attorney Carter: I have the digital copies backed up on our law firm's server, but we need to catch Richard in physical possession of the stolen originals to lock him up for corporate theft.
Mark: Meet me in the lobby. I'm heading there now.
Mark hung up the phone, looking back at his two daughters who were still watching him with wide, anxious eyes.
Brooke: Dad, please be careful. Jason was talking about bringing other guys with him.
Mark: Don't worry about me, sweetie. Sarah, lock all the doors and don't open them for anyone except the police.
Sarah: I already called the local precinct, Mark. An officer is on his way over to take my statement about the assault.
Mark: Good. Make sure you show them the security camera footage from the kitchen hallway.
Mark grabbed his jacket off the coat rack, ignoring the sharp pain in his bruised knuckles as he pulled it on over his torn shirt.
He stepped out into the dark, rainy night, determined to bring down the men who thought they could terrorize his home and steal his life's work.