“Where did over six hundred thousand dollars go while Dad was ill?”

Samuel rested his hands flat on the open ledger.

“Victor came to this office three weeks ago and asked explicit questions about wire transaction records, Elena.”

“He came here himself?” I asked.

“He drove his LeSabre here on a Tuesday morning,” Samuel said.

“He knew something was wrong with his balances.

He explicitly instructed me not to alter his probate directives until specific conditions were met.”

“Julian was rummaging through Dad’s desk drawers yesterday afternoon,” I said, smoothing my skirt down over my knee.