For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke

Carl looked up from the documents.

“We have to trap him somewhere he can’t walk away from,” Carl said.

“A place where the money is actively moving.”

“The annual transfer,” I said.

“December fifteenth,” Carl said.

“He expects forty thousand dollars.

If he signs the receiving documents for that trust money while actively hiding half a million in assets, it’s criminal bank fraud.”

“That’s five days from now,” I said.