“You drove here in a rental car,” Arthur said.

“You don’t even own a vehicle anymore, and you’re standing in my house giving orders.”

“Please, Fay,” Helen said.

“Can’t we just work out a payment plan for your sister?”

“There’s no payment plan,” I said.

“Because I never took a dime.”

I set the brown folder on the table next to the fake ledger.

I opened the flap and took out a thick stack of printed papers.