You set me up.” I stood, putting myself between him and my kids.

“I didn’t set you up, Grover.

You forged my signature and stole from my company.

I stopped paying for your life.” He lunged for my jacket, and two heavy hands caught him and set him back down hard.

It was Alton, breathing hard, white hair wild in the wind, two hotel security men behind him.

“Don’t you put your hands on him,” Alton said.