Richard stopped on the fifth granite step, pulling hard against the marshal who had hold of his right sleeve.

“You think you won some big victory today, Madison?” Richard shouted, his voice bouncing off the concrete pillars.

“You wrecked this whole family over a pile of bank receipts.”

Captain Holt moved to step between us, but I laid my hand on his arm and stayed where I was.

I looked up at my father on the stone steps and gave him no answer.

“Say something!” Richard yelled, his face going red as people on the sidewalk stopped to stare.