“He can’t touch the farm,” Richard said.

“He’s already frozen your bank accounts, hasn’t he?” she sobbed, burying her forehead against her knees.

“I heard the task force officer say so through the door.

You lost your home and your money because I picked up the phone at one o’clock.”

Richard reached over and rested his hand gently on her covered wrists.

“Listen to me very carefully.

You didn’t break a thing.”