He froze, then dropped back into his chair with his mouth opening and closing. Aunt Susan’s hand went to her pearls. “Maui? A mistress?”

I opened my purse and took out the photocopy of the passbook. I didn’t slide it to Marcus. I slid it up the table to Uncle Richard.

“Before you call me a thief, Richard, look at those records.”

He snatched it up and shoved his reading glasses on. His eyes moved across the dates, and then found the name.

Horizon Builders.

The paper started to rattle in his hands. The booming patriarch went gray and started breathing too fast. “What — what is this garbage?” he stammered, crushing the page against his chest.