Chapter 11 - THE OTHER FAMILIES
Three days later, Detective Reed introduced us to Special Agent Maya Collins.
The case had expanded.
Victor Hale had apparently been using vulnerable family relationships to gain access to financial records for years.
An elderly widow lost part of her home equity.
A divorced man discovered a loan against property he owned outright.
A small-business owner nearly lost controlling interest in his company.
In every case, somebody close to the victim helped Victor.
A sibling.
A cousin.
A child.
A parent.
Victor found resentment.
Then he monetized it.
I asked the question I was afraid to ask.
“How long was my mother involved?”
Collins opened a file.
“At least eighteen months.”
That meant Teresa was already working with Victor before Frederick was born.
This had not begun because Amy offended her.
It had been planned before my son took his first breath.
Agent Collins showed us messages between Victor and Teresa.
Most were coded.
But one message was clear.
C HAS MORE THAN HE REALIZES.
HOUSE PLUS BUSINESS COULD CLEAR 1.5 IF HANDLED RIGHT.
The message was dated during Amy’s seventh month of pregnancy.
Another message came from Teresa.
ONCE BABY ARRIVES HE’LL BE DISTRACTED.
I had to look away.
Amy did not.
She stared at those words until Collins closed the file.
“There’s more.”
A storage unit rented under Mason’s name contained boxes of documents.
Inside were copies of my financial records.
Old tax filings.
Photographs of my office.
Practice versions of my signature.
Dozens of pages covered in handwriting where someone had tried again and again to imitate the way I wrote Connor Bradley.
Then investigators found photographs of Amy.
At the grocery store.
At the pediatrician.
At a pharmacy.
Someone had been documenting her movements.
I felt sick.
“Why?”
Collins answered carefully.
“They were building a timeline that could support the claim that she was moving money without your knowledge.”
Amy stared at the photographs.
One showed her holding Frederick beneath a red umbrella.
Another showed her loading diapers into our car.
They had turned ordinary motherhood into evidence for a crime she never committed.
Then Collins reached into another folder.
“This photograph was taken outside your house six months ago.”
A man stood near a utility truck.
I recognized him.
He had been inside our home twice claiming to inspect electrical equipment.
Collins identified him.
Samuel Pike.
Victor’s private investigator.
And according to his records, Pike had installed more than cameras.
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He had installed a listening device inside our house.
TOBE CONTINUED
