“I want every fraudulent transaction investigated,” I said. “Every forged document. Every card. Everything they stole from Emily’s apartment.”
Victor nodded.
“And the trust?”
“Protect it.”
“For yourself?”
I looked through the glass again.
“For my son.”
That afternoon, Teresa called me seventeen times.
I ignored every call.
Then the messages began.
Your wife poisoned you against us.
Your father wanted us all to share that money.
I raised you.
You owe me.
The final message was different.
Meet me at the apartment at six, or I will tell the police Emily attacked Brittany.
Rachel advised me not to go alone.
At six, I entered the apartment accompanied by two detectives, Rachel, and our building manager.
Teresa stood in the center of the living room.
My sisters sat behind her.
The stolen television had been returned, along with Emily’s jewelry box and most of the appliances. They clearly hoped returning the property would erase the crime.
