A low murmur ran through the relatives standing near the study door.

My cousin Clara leaned into the hallway, her hand over her mouth.

“Nineteen transactions.” Uncle Raymond’s gravelly voice broke through the low hum.

“Over six hundred thousand dollars.

Where did that money go?”

“Every transfer landed in an unlisted commercial account at Fifth Third Bank,” Melissa said.

“From there, the funds were drawn out in cashier’s checks or sent to secondary brokerage accounts.”

Julian adjusted his gold wristwatch, pulling his shirt cuff down over his wrist twice in rapid succession.