Whatever fear had flashed across his face, he now fought to bury it beneath irritation.
“You have some nerve showing up here after all these years,” he said.
Julian’s expression did not shift.
“You should be grateful I showed up in person.”
Diane stepped in then, voice high and brittle.
“Someone needs to explain why this man is speaking to us as though he has any claim here.”
Julian turned toward her with polite indifference.
“You must be Diane.”
The way he said it made her seem instantly small.
Then he looked back at Richard.
“Tell them.”
Richard’s jaw tightened.
“There is nothing to tell.”
Julian gave a faint smile.
“That’s unfortunate, because federal counsel will likely prefer more detail.”
Evan laughed once.
Too fast.
Too forced.
“This is ridiculous,” he said.
“To whatever extent my father did business with you decades ago, it has nothing to do with my wife.”
