“I took her off my personal account, and I pulled the official records for the car loan.”

“The records prove I paid every installment,” I said.

“Three hundred eighty dollars a month, plus ninety-four dollars for insurance, straight from my bookkeeping business.”

“It’s all right here,” Ethan said, tapping the edge of the blue paper.

“Six straight months.

Every dollar came from you.”

“And yet she claimed in front of your father that you owned the car outright,” I said.

“She lied,” Ethan said.