Chapter 9 - The Inheritance Heist
I flipped open the leather-bound ledger under the squad car’s overhead map light.
There it was in black and white: forged signature releases, unauthorized bank wire transfers routed through offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands, and a systematic liquidation of our parents' commercial real estate holdings—amounting to nearly four hundred thousand dollars that my sister had stolen over the past three years while I was busy working double shifts and raising my family.
“She didn't just try to steal our home today,” I whispered, the rage burning a clean, hot path through my veins. “She’s been robbing me blind for a decade.”
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“And now she’s facing federal wire fraud, conspiracy to commit murder, and interstate asset theft,” the prosecutor said, leaning against the open car door with a grim smile. “With Pendelton flipping to save his own skin, your sister’s bail hearing tomorrow morning is going to be a very short conversation.”
I closed the ledger with a sharp thud, handing it back to the prosecutor. “Let’s make sure she stays right where she belongs.”
