Julian cut me off with a sharp, forced laugh that made two cousins near the door turn their heads.

“Dad told me he spent those funds on specialists, so stop poking through his drawers.”

“Specialists don’t cost six hundred thousand dollars in eight months,” I said.

Julian took one step closer, his gold wristwatch catching the light of the brass floor lamp.

“If you don’t hand that key over by tomorrow, I’ll let everyone know you took advantage of Dad.”

“The key stays with me until Samuel arrives at the house,” I said.