“It was grand larceny,” Julian said, stepping out from the shadows of the pulpit.

Marjorie glared at Julian. “You are her attorney, Julian. You should be advising her to keep this quiet, for the sake of the family name.”

“My loyalty is to Evelyn and the legacy of her family,” Julian said.

Pastor Whitcomb emerged from the vestry, followed by two men in plain clothes.

Detective Miller stepped forward, showing his badge. “Mr. Caldwell. Mrs. Caldwell.”

Graham stopped walking, his face turning a pale shade of gray.

“What is this?” Graham demanded, looking at me. “You said this was about a private settlement.”

“I lied,” I said.

I laid the thick folder onto the dark wood of the communion table.

“This is the complete financial audit of the Caldwell estate and my grandmother’s trust,” I said.

Marjorie took a step back, her hand going to her throat.

“We have the records of every transaction you made over the last five years, Graham,” Julian said.

“You have nothing,” Graham snapped, though his voice lacked conviction.

“We have your signature on the authorization forms,” Julian replied, opening the folder.