My father drew a slow breath, his chin sinking toward his collar.

“When I asked him about that transfer,” Bob said, “Zane got up and leaned over my desk.

He told me that if I ever asked one more question about his money, I’d never see Jeremy again.”

I reached across the table and touched his arm.

“He used Jeremy to threaten you?”

“He said he’d take you and the boy out of state and change his phone number,” Bob whispered.

“I was seventy and scared to death of losing my only grandson.