Julian’s explanation of the loan, and the lien, and the threat to institutionalize our mother.

The forged deed.

The gambling debt.

All of it.

Recorded, and witnessed, live, by the police.” Valerie’s face had gone from pale to an unsightly, sickened shade of green.

“You,” she stammered, “you are lying.

You are bluffing.

There is no—” “Check the window,” I said softly.