Chapter 48
“Fun?” Nate said.
“Nate, the subject matter may be deadly serious—tragic, even—but it’s always fun to nail the bad guys and sort of hang them out to dry. In our demand for an accounting, we’ll ask for a full investigation of your mother and stepfather’s finances as part of the process.”
“Won’t that be expensive?”
“When we win, and we will win, the judge will order them to pay court costs and attorney fees.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said, “as long as they don’t use Nate’s money to do it.”
“Yeah,” Nate said, “it does. Did you say rich? I can hardly believe it.”
“I said rich,” Mitch said, “but at this point I don’t know how rich. If I had to guess, I’d say at least seven figures—the house alone is valued on the tax rolls at half a million, and there’s no mortgage.”
“There isn’t?” Nate said.
“No.”
“That bastard.”
“What bastard?” I said.
“Reggie—my stepfather—is always complaining about mortgage payments.”