Victor was so anxious to see Julian secure our future before he passed.”

Uncle Raymond stepped out of the study doorway, rubbing his thumb slowly over the weathered knuckles of his left hand as he watched the three of us.

“Is that the truth, Julian?” Raymond asked in his short, gravelly voice.

“Victor specifically told you to move those bank funds?”

“Every single dollar, Uncle Raymond,” Julian said, stepping forward to clap a hand on Raymond’s shoulder.

“Dad trusted my investment record completely, even if he forgot the details later when his mind started clouding.”