The detective flipped open the folder, exposing photographs and documents that should have stayed buried in the realm of whispered accusations and hidden truths.
“There are irregularities in the financial transactions regarding the Hale property,” he continued, his voice steady. “The bank flagged suspicious activity, leading us here.”
Jason’s confident demeanor cracked visibly. He stammered, “I—I don’t know what this is about.”
But inside, I was calm. I’d anticipated this moment, having meticulously documented every step I’d taken to secure that house—my silent, invisible fingerprints on every page.
“Actually, I believe I can help clear this up,” I interjected, my voice no longer shaking. The detective turned toward me, a hint of surprise in his eyes. “I’m the one who bought the house, under an LLC.”
