Bank records.

The transfers.

Communications he had assumed no one would ever assemble in one place.

My mother, working on a clean computer at my house where he could not see, carefully reclaimed control of her own accounts and reset the credentials he had stolen from her, so that her own money answered to her again.

And in the course of that work, we found the thing that turned the whole matter from urgent to critical.

Gavin had already begun the formal paperwork to use my mother’s two commercial storefronts as collateral, security against a large and risky loan for his own company.