“What?”
“Jess, listen to me. Daniel has been stealing from you.
I think he’s stolen your pension, your savings, and your credit. I think he forged your signature to open accounts.
I think he sold your house and kept every single dime.”
“But… the papers,” she stammered.
“The statements…”
“Can all be faked,” I interrupted. “I spent twenty-six years as a forensic accountant with the FBI. I specialized in white-collar crime and identity theft.
I know exactly what this looks like.”
Jess grabbed my hand, her grip frantic.
“If… if what you’re saying is true… what do I do? I can’t go to the police.
Daniel said if I ever tried to cause trouble, he has evidence that I’m an unfit mother. He has photos of me sleeping in the car with Tyler.
He’ll take him away, Pat.
He swore he would.”
I squeezed her hand back, hard. “He won’t take anyone,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “He picked the wrong family to scam.
I’m not just your sister, Jess.
I’m the nightmare he never saw coming.”
I pulled out my phone. “I need you to trust me completely.
We are going to a hotel. You are turning off your phone.
And then, I am going to make some calls.”
“Who are you calling?” she asked, wiping a fresh tear.
I looked at her, and for the first time in years, I felt the old thrill of the hunt. “Everyone,” I said. “I’m going to call everyone.”
Chapter 2: The Paper Trail
That afternoon, after I’d checked Jess and Tyler into a suite at the Marriott and paid for a week’s stay, I sat in the adjoining room and set up my command center.
Tyler was watching cartoons, clean and fed, while Jess slept the sleep of the dead in the bedroom.
I made five phone calls. The first was to Marcus Chen, my former partner at the Bureau who was now a Section Chief in the White Collar Crime division.
“Marcus,” I said, skipping the pleasantries. “I need a favor.
A big one.
It involves identity theft, pension fraud, and child endangerment. The victim is my sister.”
There was a pause on the line. “Give me the name, Pat.”
“Daniel Park.
And his brother, Kevin Park.
I need everything you can pull on them. And Marcus?
I think he’s running something bigger than just domestic fraud.”
“I’m on it,” Marcus said. “Give me an hour.”
The second call was to the Baltimore County Recorder of Deeds.
I requested the property records for the sale of Jess’s house in April.
Within twenty minutes, the deed transfer was in my inbox. The house hadn’t been foreclosed on. It had been sold for $215,000 to a Limited Liability Company called DK Investments.
The third call was to an old colleague at the Social Security Administration.
I needed a trace on credit inquiries for Jessica Williams Park. The report she sent back made my hands shake with rage.
In the last two years, twenty-three credit cards had been opened in my sister’s name. Four personal loans.
Two auto loans.
The total debt was staggering: $74,000. My sister, who had always balanced her checkbook down to the penny, was drowning in debt she didn’t even know existed. The fourth call was to the payroll department at Riverside Elementary.
I identified myself, provided my Power of Attorney documentation (which Jess had signed an hour ago), and asked about her pension.
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