fraud unit.
For several seconds, Vivian only stared.
Then the helpless old woman returned.
Her shoulders sagged.
Her mouth began to tremble.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
The investigator studied her.
“You came down those stairs remarkably fast for someone whose records describe severe cognitive impairment.”
Vivian’s expression shifted.
The trembling vanished.
Rachel placed paperwork on the kitchen table.
“The property filing has been frozen.”
Vivian stared at me.
Then suddenly smiled.
“You think you’ve won?”
“Won what?”
“Your house.”
Rachel frowned.
Vivian sat down, crossed her legs, and transformed
