But his softness had never been a weapon.

It was just softness, the ordinary decency of a man who assumed other people were as honest as he was, and it was exactly that decency my son of a brother had reached into and robbed.

There is a particular cruelty in stealing from a trusting man, because you are not only taking his money; you are taking his belief that the world is safe, that his own child would not lie to him with his wife’s life as the bait.

Brady hadn’t just drained an account.