I stepped around Arthur and looked straight at my father in the bright daylight.

The arrogant confidence he had always carried was completely gone.

“What do you want?” I asked.

Gregory reached down and adjusted his shirt cuffs.

He looked at Arthur, then back at me.

He tried to force a warm smile, but his mouth just twitched.

“The bank is going to press charges over the fake letter,” Gregory said.

“Mr.