They weren’t just bleeding his savings. They were liquidating his home while he was locked in a bedroom, starving.

It was a planned, multi-stage financial execution. I picked up the printed file, feeling the weight of it.

“It’s time to end this,” I told Chandra.

I walked out of the lab and headed for the District Attorney’s office.

Chapter 4: The Cloud Never Forgets

I walked into District Attorney Brenda Joyce’s mahogany-paneled office and dropped the evidence file on her desk with a thud.

No greeting. I laid it all out: the forged documents, the offshore transfer records, the Arizona litigation history, the investigation summary. Brenda didn’t speak while she worked through the stack, cross-referencing the forged notary details against the bank’s transaction IP logs.