“Four hundred thousand dollars,” Arthur said, pointing his pen at a red bracketed number at the foot of the column.

“Pulled out twenty thousand dollars at a time, every bit of it dressed up as tuition and specialized medical care for Ethan.”

“Ethan has never had any specialized medical care,” I said.

“I know that,” Arthur said.

“And the school receipts attached to those wire transfers come from a private academy in Maine that Ethan has never attended.”

He shut the ledger with a soft thud that stirred the dust in the morning light slanting through the blinds.

“This audit is airtight, Madison, but you have to be in that courtroom to hand it to the judge yourself,” Arthur said.