“I’m just done covering for you.”
The lending representative closed his folder and stood.
“Given clear evidence of forgery, our institution will suspend all foreclosure proceedings on this property immediately — and we’ll be filing our own criminal complaint.” Gideon bolted for the back of the house, but through the front window Ezra could already see a patrol car easing to the curb.
Daniela had sent the preliminary evidence to the prosecutor’s office that morning, before the meeting ever began, in case he ran.
Two officers came in.
They did not put Gideon in handcuffs in front of his weeping parents — a small mercy — but they told him plainly that he would be coming to give a statement and surrendering every device he owned.