MY HUSBAND BOUGHT ME A TRIP TO PARIS. 20 MINUTES AFTER SAYING GOODBYE, I SNEAKED BACK IN AND HID IN THE BATHROOM

He forgot he'd married the person who catches robbers for a living.

I never got on the plane.

I hid in my own bathroom instead, and I pressed record, and I listened to my whole family confess, and then I did to them what I've done to corporate fraudsters for twenty years:

I found the money. I traced it home. And I brought the whole thing down, dollar by documented dollar.

They toasted champagne over the theft of my grandmother's house.

They should have checked who was in the bathroom.

It was the auditor.

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And she was already recording.

THE END