Hollingworth for rescue, but he had stopped being her advocate somewhere in the last five minutes and had become an attorney quietly calculating his firm’s exposure to a fraud case.

“It was for the family,” my mother whispered.

“You sold my grandmother’s house to fund Brock’s development project,” I said.

Brock’s hand went to his mouth.

“I was told those funds came from a legitimate sale.” “Maybe you were,” I said.

“You spent the money either way.” Fergus rose, unsteady.

“Mom.

Tell me you didn’t forge Katya’s name on a land deed.” My mother said nothing.