Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic

“Ten thousand dollars,” Thomas said over the hum of the copier.

“It’s sitting in our client holding fund right now.”

“Keep it there,” Rebecca said.

“No money leaves this office without a written court order.”

We left the brokerage at 1110 hours with the certified copy sealed in a white envelope.

Rebecca turned her sedan back toward my neighborhood, taking the bypass around the city construction zone.

“Derek tried to sell off the house before you could get back from deployment,” Rebecca said.

“He took nineteen thousand dollars from the bank account and wanted three hundred thousand from the house.”