Arthur’s breath hitched over the speaker.
“You have one hour to meet us at my house,” Grandma commanded. “If you aren’t there, the next call my grandson makes will be to the State Prosecutor’s elder fraud division.”
She hung up the phone herself.
EPILOGUE
When we pulled up to Grandma Eleanor’s brick home forty minutes later, Arthur’s luxury SUV was already parked in the driveway.
My father and mother stood near the front porch, pale, disheveled, and completely panicked.
Through the front window, we could see cardboard boxes stacked in
