“How could nineteen transfers go out without Victor knowing who took them?”

Julian cut Raymond off with a sudden, hearty laugh that echoed off the high ceiling.

“Dad told me he spent those funds on specialists, so stop poking through his drawers,” Julian said, gesturing wide toward the open safe door.

“The old man was confused for eight months, Raymond.

He forgot his passwords, he mislaid his bank statements, and he couldn’t keep track of his own checking account.”

“He was not confused, Julian,” Samuel said, his voice slow and deliberate.