The officer beside me wrote something in his notebook.
I had spent the date printed on that document presenting quarterly results to forty-seven people in a Denver conference room.
My employer’s travel records, hotel key logs, building security footage, and presentation recording could prove it.
My mother did not know that yet.
“Why did you empty my house?” I asked.
“We didn’t empty it.
That stopped her.
My father’s watch was not valuable compared with the missing money.
It had a scratched steel case and a worn leather strap, but he had worn it every day until the final week of his life.
My mother knew exactly what it meant to me.
“You never wear it,” she said.
Behind her, Brittany muttered that they needed to leave before security returned.
My mother rushed on.
“Fix the accounts within ten minutes, or I swear I’ll make sure everyone knows what kind of daughter you are.”
Then she disconnected.
For several seconds, the only sound in my kitchen was the faint hum of the refrigerator they had been unable to carry away.
Naomi spoke first.
“We have what we need from that call.
I looked at Elaine’s name on the forged document.
“The receiving account displayed a provisional credit,” Naomi explained.
“Your mother appears to have mistaken that for completed settlement.
The transaction entered secondary review because the amount was unusual, the destination account was newly opened, and you had placed a fraud warning on your profile three months ago.”
That warning had been my response to Brittany’s careless comment at dinner.
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