Nearly four hundred thousand dollars, moved over the course of roughly two years, in a steady patient stream of transfers, none of them quite large enough to be alarming on its own, all of them adding up to a fortune.

“Leo,” I said, and my voice did not sound like my own, “where did you get these records?

These aren’t the kind of thing a person just finds.” He looked at me steadily.

“Aunt Patricia,” he said.

Patricia was my cousin, and she was also, as it happened, a corporate certified public accountant who did accounting work for Julian’s firm.

Which meant that the wire transfers in my son’s notebook were not the fruit of a child snooping through his father’s desk.