He looked down the table at his father.

“Where did the savings go?” Frank asked.

There was no cheer left in him at all.

Sarah answered before Julian could.

“To a private credit union in Springfield, in Chloe Renner’s name, opened in May by her uncle.

Four wires out of the Lake Street joint account.

He has been on administrative leave since Tuesday morning.”

Frank picked up his cup, drank the coffee cold, and set it down square on the saucer.