“It is currently sitting in an escrow account frozen by the state district attorney.”

Nathan turned around, his face hardening.

“Margaret,” he said. “This is a private family matter.”

“It ceased to be a family matter when you committed grand larceny,” Margaret said.

She nodded to the detective beside her.

The detective stepped forward.

“Nathan Vance?” the detective asked.

“This is ridiculous,” Nathan said, taking a step back toward my bed.

“I am the co-owner of the property.”

“You were the co-owner of a marital residence,” Margaret said.

“But you were never a beneficiary of the Crane Family Trust.”

She pulled a manila folder from her briefcase.

“Section nine of the trust charter contains a protective clause,” Margaret said.

“In the event of unauthorized structural alteration or transfer of trust-held assets by a non-blood spouse, the ownership instantly reverts entirely to the sole blood heir.”

“That is Clara.”

“Furthermore, any funds drawn from the trust under false pretenses constitute immediate fraud.”

Nathan looked at the detective, his confidence beginning to crack.

“I hired an interior designer to renovate,” Nathan said. “That is not fraud.”