And I spent those four days doing what I do best.
I traced the $480,000. Every dollar, through every account, over two years — the small transfers Eric had disguised as household expenses, the "investments" that went to Nebula Systems, the slow, careful bleed of a man who thought his wife would never look at her own secondary accounts because she was too busy auditing everyone else's.
I documented the forged authorization form — and because I know exactly what compliance departments check, I knew precisely which forgeries would fail under scrutiny, and I made sure the right people would scrutinize them.
I pulled the deed to my grandmother's house, establishing beyond any argument that the property they'd used as collateral was mine alone, and had been for eight years before Eric.
And I took all of it — the recording, the traced $480,000, the forged documents, the deed, my professional analysis of the entire fraud — to two places.
