Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
“Who was named as the representative?” I asked.
Gable turned to the second page of the loan file.
He pointed to a name printed in a blank box under the forged signature.
My brother, Glenn.
I stared at the black ink.
The heavy leather chair creaked as I shifted my weight.
“You need to freeze this account right now,” I said.
“It’s fraudulent.