Bradley Collins reached into his breast pocket for a handkerchief, but his hand stopped dead when Judge Reynolds turned her eyes squarely on him.

“Mr.

Collins,” Judge Reynolds said, her gravelly voice dropping even lower.

“Did you draw up these guardianship papers knowing these account withdrawals were under an active bank audit set for November twentieth?”

“Your Honor, my clients represented those withdrawals as legitimate educational expenses,” Bradley said, tapping his thumb against his hip.

“Your clients moved four hundred thousand dollars into personal real estate accounts to cover three million dollars of private debt,” Judge Reynolds said.

She took her fountain pen from its brass stand and pulled three blank court order forms out of her top drawer.