“It went into a corporate checking account under the name Moreno Real Estate Holdings,” Melissa said.

“An account that was drained to zero forty-eight hours after the deposit cleared.”

“This is family business,” Julian said, his voice rising as he reached the doorway.

“This is a private home, and I am the eldest son.

Everyone who doesn’t belong in this family needs to leave right now.”

Aunt Teresa picked up her purse from the sofa in the adjoining parlor without saying a word.

Two of my cousins shuffled past Julian into the hall, keeping their eyes on the carpet as they moved toward the front door.