Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
“I told you I was taking care of the real estate problems,” he said.
“You’re putting new deadbolts on a house the bank is about to seize,” I said.
“The bank isn’t seizing my house.”
Glenn went over to the wooden coffee table and picked up a thick manila envelope lying beside an empty coffee mug.
“You used an expired military power of attorney to hang a huge federal business loan on my name,” I said.
“That loan is going to default.