“Your secondary insurance was canceled three weeks ago,” David said.

“I checked the state registry while you were talking.

He pocketed every cent.”

David let out a slow, even breath.

“I’m pulling the property transfer index for Upper Arlington on my office monitor right now.

Tomorrow morning at nine o’clock, I’ll be standing on his front porch.”

“David, he’s my son.

If we bring court papers into this, there’s no turning back.”