“He asked me about the account access.”

Samuel tapped his pen once more against the leather.

“Did you ever give Julian your Wi-Fi password, or allow him access to your home internet router?”

“No,” I said.

“Why would my home internet matter to Dad’s bank?”

Samuel didn’t answer my question.

“Keep the brass key secured on your person, and do not let your brother press you into early compromises before the service.”

“He tried to get me to hand it over in the kitchen,” I said.