“Mark would never do that,” Eleanor said. “He has too much respect for our heritage.”
“He has respect for nothing, Mother,” I said. “He wanted to use my name as a shield so he could pocket the application fees without any risk.”
“We can sell some stock,” Uncle Robert said, looking at Eleanor. “We can settle this before the January twentieth deadline.”
“The District Attorney has already issued the arrest warrant,” Julian said, leaning back. “No amount of family money will stop the state of New York from prosecuting a grand larceny case of this scale.”
Uncle Robert sat back in his chair, his cane slipping slightly against the rug.
“Is this true, Eleanor?” Robert asked.
My mother remained silent, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
“He did not just steal your personal cash, David, he sold your name,” Julian said, turning to me.
“He needed the cash from my personal account to pay back his first three clients before they went to the federal regulators,” I said.
