“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.

“That means the vendor is total fake,” Gabriel said bluntly.

“It’s a shell company to get money out of the business.

Suddenly dad’s phone rang out loud again.

The caller ID screen flashed up and he answered immediately.

“This is Arthur,” Dad said in the phone.

As he listened to the caller, his face rapidly changed from intense concentration to utter alarm.

“Give me that location, right now,” Dad barked into the phone.

“Don’t go near the building on your own.”