“I saw your Buick parked outside Samuel Price’s office on Maple Avenue this morning,” Julian said, pulling me toward the display case.

“Samuel needed my signature on the court filing papers,” I said, keeping my purse tucked firmly beneath my arm.

“You went to First National Bank on Main Street too,” Julian said, his voice dropping low.

“Don’t bother denying it, Elena.

Serena’s sister saw you walk into the manager’s office.”

“Dad’s checking account balance is under thirty-two thousand dollars, Julian,” I said.

“Where did six hundred thousand dollars go?”