“Yes.”
“Who?”
I looked toward the door.
“People who know who owns this house.”
Darren opened the front door still smiling.
The smile disappeared immediately.
Elena entered first carrying a briefcase.
Behind her came Dr. Bell.
An elder-abuse investigator.
Two protective-services officers.
And a sheriff’s deputy.
Brooke stood so quickly her chair nearly toppled.
“What the hell is this?”
I walked into the foyer.
“This is where you stop pretending.”
Darren’s face hardened.
“Claire, don’t be dramatic.”
Elena placed a document on the table.
“Mr. Hale, this property belongs to the Claire Hale Family Trust.”
She paused.
“It always has.”
Darren stared at the document.
“No. Mom signed it over to me.”
“She couldn’t,” I said.
He looked at me.
“She never owned it.”
The color disappeared from his face.
Then the investigator opened another folder.
“We have records showing diverted care funds, forged communications, and suspected financial exploitation.”
