“From his living room router on Maple Ridge Road,” Melissa added without a trace of emotion.

“The first one occurred on November fourth at eleven past ten at night.”

Uncle Raymond took three slow, heavy steps across the rug until he was standing less than two feet from Julian.

“Julian,” Raymond said, his gravelly voice dropping into a dangerous quiet.

“Did you take your father’s life savings out of his bank account while he was lying sick in his house?”

Julian let out a loud, sudden burst of laughter that sounded completely hollow.