He put the drive into the final envelope. Addressed to the District Attorney’s office.
Michael sat back in his chair. He looked at the three envelopes. He wasn’t just seeking damages for our loss; he was seeking total obliteration.
The next morning, the first domino fell.
I was drinking coffee, staring blankly at the TV, when a news alert popped up on my phone.
“LOCAL SAFETY MANAGER FIRED, SUED FOR EMBEZZLEMENT AMIDST FEDERAL PROBE.”
The article detailed the raid on my father’s office. It mentioned millions in missing funds. It mentioned potential prison time.
I walked into the office and showed the phone to Michael.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just took a red marker and crossed David’s name off a list on his whiteboard.
“Two to go,” he said.
Part 5: The Confessions Under Oath
The legal assault was swift and brutal.
Within a week, my mother was arrested for fraud and theft. The local news showed her being led out of her house in handcuffs, weeping theatrically for the cameras.
Two days later, the police surrounded the house again. This time for Erica. She was charged with felony hit-and-run, distribution of narcotics, and assault. Because of the flight risk and the severity of the crimes, bail was denied.
But Michael wasn’t done. He wanted them to admit what they did to me.
He filed a civil suit for wrongful death and assault. Not for the money—they had none left—but for the deposition.
