“Why did you move business money into a personal trust right before it got cleaned out?”

Julian’s face went stiff.

“Stick to the household records, Audrey.

Touch company asset management again and you’ll regret it.”

He turned on his heel, slammed his truck door, and tore out of the gravel lot so fast the stones sprayed against my tires.

When I pulled into our driveway at six o’clock, the porch light wasn’t on.

The air smelled of rotting oak leaves from the yard.

I walked up the three wooden steps to the front door, my tote bag over my shoulder.