Chapter 7 - Examining The Bank Statements Quietly
Down in the newly remodeled kitchen, David poured Gwen a glass of clean water and urged her to sit at the island.
Margaret and Paige followed them down hastily, whispering furiously to each other while plotting their next desperate move.
“Gwen, pack your bags. We are leaving this house right now,” David announced, not even glancing back at his mother.
“Leaving? Where do you think you’re going? This is our home!” Margaret shouted, slamming her hand onto the marble counter.
“This is a crime scene purchased with embezzled military funds, and you two are illegal squatters,” David corrected her sharply.
He pulled out his smartphone, dialing a direct emergency number for the local police department and legal JAG representatives.
“Yes, I’m reporting financial fraud, identity theft, and domestic abuse at a private residence in the River Oaks area,” David stated.
The dispatcher on the other end calmly recorded his military identification number and service rank before confirming dispatch.
“Units are en route to your location, Sergeant. Please secure the premises and ensure no evidence is destroyed,” the dispatcher replied.
Margaret lunged forward across the kitchen island, attempting to snatch the smartphone right out of David’s hand.
David caught her wrist mid-air with lightning-fast reflexes, squeezing just enough to force her back without causing injury.
“Don’t ever touch me again, Mother,” David warned, his voice carrying the terrifying weight of absolute authority.
Paige grabbed her own phone, frantically dialing their high-priced divorce attorney to demand immediate legal protection.
“Hello, Mr. Sterling? My brother just came home from the military and he’s threatening to kick us out of our house!” Paige cried.
A calm, professional voice answered through Paige’s speakerphone, instantly dropping a bucket of cold water on her panic.
“Ms. Harper, if Sergeant David Vance has pulled deployment financial logs, there is nothing my firm can do to defend you.”
Paige stared at her phone screen in total disbelief as the lawyer abruptly disconnected the call without hesitation.
“See? Even your expensive lawyers know when a case is unwinnable,” David said, pulling out a folder of printed documents.
He placed the hard copies right on top of the marble counter where Margaret and Paige could read every single page.
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Each document detailed unauthorized wire transfers, forged signatures, and fraudulent asset acquisitions totaling nearly one hundred thousand dollars.
The walls they had built around their luxurious lifestyle were crumbling down faster than they could possibly rebuild them.
