“And the money they already took to pay Brandon’s debts?”

“That is grand larceny,” Arthur said. “They used a forged document to access bank accounts that did not belong to them.”

Sean stood up, grabbing his backpack.

“I’ve given you what you need,” Sean said. “I’m leaving town now.”

“Thank you, Sean,” I said.

He nodded once, pulled his cap lower, and walked out into the rain.

Arthur folded his glasses and placed them in his breast pocket.

“We have the proof, Ava,” he said.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“We confront them,” Arthur said. “If we go to the police first, they will try to hide the remaining assets.”

“We need them to sign a confession and a full release of your trust fund before they realize they are trapped.”

I felt a cold determination settle over me.

“Let’s go,” I said.

The drive to the Parker family home was quiet.

Arthur drove his sedan through the gray, rain-slicked streets of the suburbs.

The windshield wipers made a rhythmic squeaking sound against the glass.