“Do you have the funds in your separate account?” Gloria asked.

“I have fifty thousand in the inheritance account my father left me,” I said. “But that was supposed to be for the foundation work on the new build.”

“Use it,” Gloria said instantly. “We will claw every single dollar of that three hundred and forty thousand back from his share of the remaining assets.”

“He doesn’t think there will be any remaining assets,” I said. “He thinks he’s going to get the house and the land.”

“He’s in for a very rude awakening,” Gloria said. “Do you have the business financial records I asked for?”

I looked back at the house.

The kitchen walls were completely gone now, leaving only the plywood floor joists.

The master bedroom wing, which housed Richard’s home office, was still intact, waiting for the final phase of the disassembly.

“They’re still in his desk,” I said. “The crew hasn’t touched that room yet.”

“Get them,” Gloria said. “Especially the quarterly tax filings for his advertising agency. I need to see the active client accounts.”

“Why?” I asked.