“Then the records should settle them again,” Frank replied.

Harold studied him, as though weighing whether old intimidation would work on a man who had already lost more than he could buy back.

“Daniel wouldn’t want this,” Harold muttered.

Frank’s expression changed.

“Don’t speak for Daniel Mercer.”

He took my arm and walked me toward the car.

Later I asked why that had upset him so much.

“Daniel wanted people to be accountable,” he answered.