“I will sue you for every dime you have,” he said, his teeth clenched.

“I will tie you up in litigation until you are bankrupt and homeless.”

“You already took my tuition, Dad,” I said.

“I don’t have anything left for you to take.”

He reached for my car door handle.

I clicked the remote, locking the doors with a sharp beep.

He yanked at the handle anyway, his knuckles turning white.

“You are destroying this family for a grudge,” he spat.

“Brandon made a mistake, and you are trying to ruin his life.”

“Brandon committed fraud,” I said through the cracked window.

“And you helped him.”

He raised his hand as if he might strike the glass, then dropped it to his side.

“You won’t make it to the highway before the police stop you for theft,” he said.

I looked past him toward the front door.

The two police officers were still inside, methodically sorting through his desk.

“I don’t think they’re looking at me, Dad,” I said.

I got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and shifted into reverse.