By 8:00 AM the following morning, Ethan was pacing the hardwood floor of the La Jolla living room like a caged predator. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair unstyled, and his designer shirt rumpled from a sleepless night spent arguing with bank managers and corporate acc

At 10:15 AM, the high-definition monitor in Daniel’s Gaslamp Quarter command hub displayed a crisp, 4K split-screen feed. On the left was an aerial drone shot of the cobblestone driveway at 410 Meadowood Lane, a high-end luxury condominium in St. Helena, Napa Valley.

By 8:30 AM the following morning, the atmosphere inside Daniel’s Gaslamp office felt like a war room on the eve of an invasion.

While Ethan spent his morning in a frantic, sweating panic trying to wire off-the-books hush money to Vanessa from depleted backup accounts, I