“Dad, what about the deposit for the kitchen remodel?” Chloe asked.

“There is no deposit, Chloe,” Dalton said, opening his last folder.

“The contractor was paid with a check that bounced, drawn on an account with forty-two dollars in it.”

Chloe sank down in her chair and hid her face in her hands.

Dalton took out a thick stapled legal packet with three blue signature flags along the bottom edge.

He slid the document across the table until it touched Richard’s motionless right hand.

“This is a formal civil consent judgment,” Dalton said.