me.
Daniel stared at me. “You knew this?”
“I found out three weeks ago.”
Rebecca placed another document beside the first: access logs from my grandfather’s estate portal.
Six months before his death, Daniel had used my home computer while I was at work and opened files describing the trust and the Whitmore property.
That was when the counterfeit license had been created.
That was when DPM Residential Holdings had been formed.
Patricia turned toward him.
“You said she signed everything.”
Daniel snapped, “Stop talking.”
Too late.
Rebecca’s phone buzzed.
