I stayed silent.
My father didn’t.
Dad had never been a dramatic man.
He had spent more than three decades investigating complex financial fraud for federal agencies.
Whenever he spoke with that level of certainty, it wasn’t because anger had taken over.
It was because he had already spotted something everyone else had overlooked.
“Open every banking app you have,” he said.
I stared at him.
“Dad…”
“Now.”