But they had not stolen in a vacuum.

They had stolen in a family that, at too many points, had chosen its own comfort over the truth.

Chapter 17 — The Grand Jury

Eight months after the night in the alley, a grand jury convened on the asset forfeiture and corporate fraud charges, and the courtroom was packed with relatives and attorneys and financial investigators and press.

My parents sat at the defense table, and when I walked past them to take the stand, neither could meet my eyes.

My father, who had commanded every room he ever entered, looked shrunken, stooped, defeated.