"No, you don't have the car anymore!  LOOK!"  He pointed in emphasis this time.  "As for the quad-helmets, that I'm less clear on, though you probably have them for you and your sister..."  They were going to go get food, apparently, because hungry made for problems.  "Wait.  How in the<em>hell</em>do you have all that money?"  Last thing he knew, those financial statements basically showed scraping by, paycheck to paycheck, saving up every scrap of cash for the con.  It was pretty much the same for Sam, too - when he got money that he knew he was setting aside for the con, he took it and made it into cash, and then just stuck the cash in a bank he stuck in the back corner of a closet where only he knew.<br/><br/>"Can you look into those statements more closely through your phone?  Figure out where the hell you got that cash?"  Max was still young enough to be filed on his parents' taxes, so he wouldn't have gotten any money from that.  "When was the last time you checked it, anyways?"  Sam let Ruby go ahead of them, while the two tried to figure out just what in hell was happening.  Though, really, he had suspicions where the money came from, already...