“Walter,” he said when he answered. “It’s early.”
“I need to remove unauthorized occupants from my home. I also need to report attempted financial exploitation, identity theft, and forgery.”
There was a pause.
When he spoke again, his voice had changed.
“Are you safe?”
I looked back through the open door.
Brian stood in the kitchen, staring at me like a child caught stealing.
Melissa was already on her phone.
“For now,” I said.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Call the police non-emergency line. Do not argue with them alone.”
“I have evidence.”
“I assumed you would.”
That almost made me smile.
After I hung up, I called the police.
Then my bank.
Then my niece Rachel.
Rachel was Helen’s brother’s daughter. She was forty-eight, a nurse, and one of the only people who still visited me without needing money, favors, or a place to stay. Brian hated her because she saw through him.
