The Major in the Kitchen — The Night Wendell Pruitt’s Story Fell Apart
PART 8: An Uncomfortable Sunday Morning
We stayed at a hotel with two adjoining rooms.
Before sleep, I called a local attorney recommended by a friend of my mother’s, left a brief message, and asked about arranging a consultation.
I also helped Ruth put a temporary hold on one card after she confirmed unfamiliar charges on the account.
We didn’t guess which expenses were fraudulent; we wrote down the dates and amounts.
At seven the next morning, my phone flashed with eleven missed calls from Wendell.