vehicle payments, medical expenses. There are withdrawals I need explained, but this doesn’t look like somebody emptied the account and bought a sports car.”
“That makes it better?”
“No. It makes it more complicated.”
I hated complicated.
Complicated meant I could not simply be angry.
“Can you come tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there by ten.”
When I returned to the workshop, Dad was putting the documents back into the box.
“Accounts are restricted,” I said.
Mom looked alarmed.
“Gabriel, Derek needs money for—”
“For what?”
She stopped.
Dad answered.
“His business.”
“
