“Your sister warned me you’d get defensive.”

He opened his car door and tossed the leather ledger onto the passenger seat.

It landed next to a pair of work gloves.

“What did Ranata tell you?” I asked.

“Ranata tells me the truth,” Arthur said.

“Which is more than I get from you.”

“I haven’t asked you for a dime since I was eighteen,” I said.

Arthur slammed his hand against the window frame.