“Because I wanted to know how far it went.”
Michael laughed bitterly.
“She set us up.”
“Yes,” I said. “I did.”
Once I discovered the suspicious power of attorney, I stopped confronting them.
I pretended to be more tired than I was.
I occasionally repeated questions.
I deliberately left an outdated account statement inside an unlocked drawer.
Its balance was wrong by exactly eighty thousand dollars.
Three days later, Michael mentioned that exact number while privately speaking to Rachel.
So I created another test.
A fake letter from my investment adviser referenced a nonexistent $600,000 certificate of deposit.
I placed it inside Henry’s study.
Two nights later, Michael entered the room and found it.
He searched online for the account.
The account did not exist.
But the inquiry did.
11:48 p.m.
Michael’s home IP address.
Using a scanned copy of my driver’s license that had been stored inside my locked desk.
