Chloe looked over at Richard, her whiny voice sharp now.

“Dad, what did you sign?”

“Be quiet, Chloe,” Richard said.

“I won’t be quiet,” Chloe said.

“The delivery truck’s coming to Maple Street on Friday with seven thousand dollars’ worth of custom living room furniture.”

“The title insurance underwriter will put a claim on that furniture before it ever leaves the warehouse,” Dalton said dryly.

Evelyn let out a small, ragged breath that sounded like paper tearing.

Dalton picked up the copy of the bank signature card that had been used to wire out my savings and set it right in front of Evelyn’s hands.