Harper stopped halfway down the walk.

She tugged at the lapels of her robe, her eyes flicking between Julian and the black utility trucks.

“Frozen?” Harper said.

“Julian, where’s the money for the new store lease?

Where’s the down payment check you wrote on Tuesday?”

Julian didn’t answer her.

The marshal drew Julian’s wrists behind his back and snapped a pair of heavy steel cuffs over them.

Arthur let his tightly folded newspaper drop onto the porch mat.