Through the thick glass we watched the junior investigators lay the fake lease addendum out on the table in front of Glenn.

He was crying without a sound.

“We’ve got him cold on the federal wire fraud,” Hayes said.

“The bank handed over the internet addresses from his computer at the hardware store.”

I kept my gaze fixed on my brother.

“Are you sure you want to keep the civilian charges off the table?” Hayes asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Are you completely sure you don’t want to go after personal emotional distress?” Hayes asked.