No raised voices.
Just documentation.
“What is this?” Nolan asked.
“This,” I said, “is where none of you get to pretend this is family business anymore.”
His father walked in just in time to hear that. He looked between me, the folder, and his son, and chose the wrong instinct immediately.
“Now hold on,” he said. “There’s no need to ruin lives over a misunderstanding.”
I almost laughed.
There it was.
Their translation system.
Forgery becomes misunderstanding.
Theft becomes help.
A daughter-in-law becomes a resource they hope will feel too embarrassed to resist.
I opened the folder and laid everything out in order.
Credit report.
Loan documents.
Signature analysis.
Fraud case number.
Attorney letter.
