They remained inside for twenty-seven minutes.
When they left, Paige was holding a blue folder.
My blue folder.
The one containing insurance forms, property documents, and examples of my signature.
I felt cold all over.
“She used my key.”
Graham didn’t say anything.
He just let me watch.
Twice.
The next morning, Miriam secured copies of the footage.
Then another piece fell into place.
A bank employee called with the preliminary findings on my missing savings.
The transfer had been initiated using old account access credentials, and the funds had gone into a business account associated with Frank’s development venture.
Because Frank had previously been an authorized joint account holder, the bank needed to examine the account records and the circumstances of the transfer before determining whether it was unauthorized.
The investigator requested those records.
I sat on the edge of my bed afterward, holding the phone.
Eighteen thousand four hundred dollars.
