“I’m going to sue you for every cent you’ve got,” Harry said, spinning his gold signet ring round and round his pinky.

“I’ll take this house, I’ll take your savings, and the next time you go near that line, Trent’s going to break your jaw.”

“All I did was ask him to leave my garden alone,” I said.

“You’ll be out of this house by winter, Kessler,” Harry said, his voice sinking to a thick rasp.

Arthur stood on the second step, pushing his silver-framed glasses up by the bridge again and again while he stared down at his deck shoes.

“Arthur,” I said.