“This proves nothing civilly!”

“By itself, perhaps not,” said Arthur Vance, smoothly.

“Which is precisely why my office preserved the accompanying digital communications, the bank confirmation receipts, and the sworn affidavits provided by Evelyn Vance before her passing.

It is all quite complete.”

And then Julian, cornered, panicking, reached for the worst thing a person can reach for, and said the sentence that ended him.

“My mother knew about those transfers!” he shouted.