“My God.” She squeezed her little finger and glanced at her pal, who was frozen.
“It’ll be okay,” Lucy murmured automatically.
Harry cleared his throat. “Obviously, Parker, having these vultures pick over our belongings is not my choice. I’ll get everything back.”
“Really,” she said faintly.
“Eventually. I’m a little…constrained for the immediate future.”
“A little constrained indeed,” Vernon said.
That was one word for it. James rubbed his forehead. Wicked headache coming on.
“So.” Parker shook her head. “About my trust fund, and Nicky’s. Don’t you need my signature to just…empty it? There must be something left.”
Nope. There was nothing, and Harry had only needed James himself to file the paperwork. Poor planning on her part, that was for sure. At any time since her eighteenth birthday, she could’ve taken full control of that money. When her son was born, same deal.
She never had.
“Your signature wasn’t required,” Harry said. “Nor was your consent.”
“Your consent was not required,” Vern said, nodding cheerfully. There was a crash and a curse from somewhere in the house.
Parker took a deep breath “Wow, Harry. So it’s gone? That was a lot of money.”
“Yes, Parker!” Harry barked. “I’m sorry to say you’ll have to make do for a while. Until I can recover some losses.”
“How long will that take, do you think?”
Again, Harry’s eyes sought out James.
Shit again.
“That’s undetermined right now,” James said. “Your father is being sentenced Monday morning.”
Parker’s hand went to her mouth. “Oh, Dad.” Twice in one day. “Can I do anything?”
“Like what, Parker?” he asked.
“I—I don’t know.”
“I’ll be fine. I have a great team.”
“A great team!” Vernon agreed.
Lucy got up from the window seat and went to Parker’s side. Took her hand. Good girl, James thought. Parker would be needing her friends, and so far as he could tell, Lucy here and the Paragon of Perfection otherwise known as Ethan Mirabelli were her closest. Or so it seemed from those dreaded family events he’d attended.
“It’s really nothing,” Harry said. “I’m not even sure I’ll have to serve any real time.”
James was sure. Oh, yeah. Harry was looking at somewhere around five years. His case wasn’t the clusterfuck that some Wall Streeters had been involved in of late, but it was a clear-cut case. And after Bernie Madoff and the Occupy movement, there wasn’t a judge in the country foolish enough to go easy on a case like this.
“As I said, you’ll have to move,” Harry added. “I’m hoping you’ll take Apollo.”
You know, James had to wonder sometimes what the hell was wrong with Harry. He loved the guy, yeah. But he was a pretty big idiot around his daughter. And yep, here it came.
Parker’s voice hardened. “Take Apollo? You’re worried about your snake, Harry? How about your grandson? The one you robbed? Where should I take your grandson, Harry?”
“I’m sure his father would take him.”
“I’m not living away from my son!” she exclaimed. Her ears were burning red now.
“You can both live with us, Parker,” Lucy said. “We’ll figure something out.”
“No! Lucy, thank you. But no. Harry, Ethan and Lucy just got married. I’m not moving in with them! What about your apartment? You could sell that and—”
“Parker,” James said as gently as he could. “The SEC has seized all your father’s assets. The apartment, this house, the place in Vermont…everything.”
She glanced out the window. “There goes the Steinway. Holy crap.” She swallowed, then looked at James, her expression bleak. “When do I have to be out?”
“They’ll leave your rooms for last,” he said. “You have till the end of the month.”
“This month?”
“This month,” Vernon confirmed.
She squeezed her pinkie again. “Okay,” she said, biting her lip. “Well, that’s… I was actually thinking it might not be a bad idea to move to a smaller place.”
“Smaller place. Not a bad idea,” Vernon echoed, and James resisted the urge to duct-tape his mouth shut.
“Let me go call Ethan, okay, Parker?” Lucy said.
“Okay,” Parker said distantly.
“Look,” Lucy said more firmly. “You’re not alone in this. Okay? I have some money put aside, and you’d do the same for me. We’re family.”
Harry made a rude snorting noise.
“Shut up, Harry,” Lucy snapped. “You should be grateful she has friends when her own father does this to her.”
Score one for Team Lucy.
“Thanks, Luce.” Parker said. “But it’s fine. I’ll be fine. But sure, go call Ethan. Fill him in.”
Whereupon the Paragon would no doubt charge up the driveway on his white horse and rescue the mother of his child. Which, no doubt, Parker would love. James sighed.
Harry was staring at the python, and James thought, not for the first time, that if he gave his daughter as much attention as he gave the snake, things would be a lot less chilly in the Welles family.
“So my trust fund’s gone,” she said. “The stock market’s not too bad these days. How’s my portfolio doing?”
Harry still didn’t look at her. “Anything you had through Welles Financial is now unavailable.”
“Unavailable?”
“I’ll get it back, Parker!” Harry snapped. “You have what’s in your checking account at the moment. Do you have anything in savings?”
“No! You told me the stock market was better than…well, what am I saying? You’re a felon. I took advice from a felon. Good God. I guess I should’ve stuffed some cash into the mattress.” Parker gave a shaky laugh.
Clearly the news was catching up with her. She ran a hand through her long hair, the strands falling back into place. Smooth, silky hair that— Been there, worshipped that, his conscience chided.
“I can believe you took my money,” she said. “But I can’t believe you stole Nicky’s. That’s really low, Harry. Even for you.”
“It was necessary,” he barked.
“For what? For covering your ass?”
James held up his hands. “Okay, okay, let’s just…let’s try to calm down. This is a lot to take in. Your father made a mistake—”
“How much did you lose, Thing One?” she asked abruptly.
James hesitated.
“Oh. I get it,” she said, and if looks could kill, James would be lying in a bottomless puddle of blood right about now. “So you knew. Well. Do go on.”
“You have six thousand dollars in your checking account,