d was never transferred to him?”
I looked at the original closing documents sitting beside me.
“No.”
“Good,” Michael said. “Don’t tell him yet.”
Dad lifted a folder toward the camera.
“You think you’re clever?” he shouted. “I have the transfer documents right here.”
Olivia’s confidence returned.
That worried me more than Dad’s shouting.
My father could bluff.
Olivia only smiled like that when she believed the fight was already over.
“Hold the document up,” I said.
Dad blinked.
“What?”
“Hold it closer to the camera.”
He hesitated.
Michael murmured, “Interesting.”
Eventually, Dad raised the first page.
My security cameras were sharp enough to capture it clearly.
I took a screenshot and sent it to Michael.
He went silent.
Five seconds.
Ten.
Then he said,
