“But before I go,” I said, “I’d like to understand the care arrangement.

Just so I have peace of mind.

Would you walk me through the paperwork?” And Chloe — arrogant enough to enjoy it, arrogant enough to want to show the failed daughter exactly how thoroughly she’d been beaten — slid the folder across the table to me with a smile.

Chapter 9 — The Folder

Chloe wanted to explain her own fraud to me.

That is the kind of arrogance I have seen a hundred times, the arrogance that convicts more people than any confession — the need to be admired for the cleverness of the theft, even by the person you’re stealing from.