Arthur gave one nod, his face grim in the gray morning light coming through the windowpane.

“The paper trail shows he put two hundred thousand toward the debt last year, and another two hundred thousand six months ago,” Arthur said.

“He told the bank it all went to Ethan’s private schooling and elite tutoring fees.”

“Ethan goes to Oakridge Public High School,” I said.

“He takes the public bus every morning.”

“I know he does,” Arthur said.

“Which brings us to the notary signature on the guardianship application.”