You robbed an honors student to buy a car for a girl who’s never worked a full shift in her life.”

Frances staggered back, gripping the glass table until her knuckles went white, the untouchable matriarch disintegrating in real time.

“Stuart, please — it was a temporary loan, I swear to God.

Presley needed a safe car for school.

I was going to pay it back from my pension before Quinn’s tuition came due.” “You forged my signature on a federal custodial trust,” I said, stepping closer until my shadow covered her.

“That’s grand larceny.