Arthur unfolded a bank statement and laid it flat on the Formica table between our cups.

“I matched up the ledger numbers from your grandfather’s original notes,” Arthur said.

“I know where last year’s missing two hundred thousand dollars ended up.”

“Show me the line,” I said.

“It went straight to a commercial car dealership in Columbus,” Arthur said, tapping the transaction line.

“Your father bought that second luxury SUV sitting out in the garage.”

“How did he justify pulling that much out of Ethan’s trust?” I asked.

“He filed it as specialized educational transportation,” Arthur said.