Chapter 6 - The JAG Office and the Real-Estate Attorney
And into the fluorescent-lit JAG office early Monday morning.
I carried my folder under one arm.
Clean floors.
Quiet halls.
No emotion.
Perfect.
A specialist checked me in, and two minutes later I sat across from Captain Morales.
Sharp eyes.
No small talk.
“You said this was urgent,” she said.
I slid the folder toward her.
“It is.”
She started with the bank records, then the IP logs, then the power of attorney.
I let her read.
Her expression barely changed until she reached the forged signature.
“That’s not yours,” she said.
“No,” I replied.
She continued.
“45,000,” she said. “Transferred while you were deployed.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And this individual, Vance, he’s active duty lieutenant.”
She leaned back.
“All right,” she said. “This is already bad.”
I knew it got worse.
“I need to bring in someone else,” she said. “This overlaps with civilian property law if there’s more tied to it.”
“Call him,” I said.
Ten minutes later, I sat with a civilian real-estate attorney in his mid-fifties.
Mr. Dalton.
Direct.
No wasted words.
“Captain,” he said, “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”
Morales handed him the folder.
Dalton moved through it quickly, focusing less on the fraud and more on where it led.
Then he stopped.
“Hold on,” he muttered.
He pulled out a document I hadn’t seen.
“That yours?” he asked.
Purchase agreement.
My address.
My house.
Buyer: private development firm.
Sale price: $650,000.
“Where did you get this?” I asked.
“Pulled from preliminary filings,” he said. “This was submitted for processing last week.”
Last week.
While I was overseas.
Seller: Richard.
Signature: Richard.
Co-signed by Evelyn.
Then an attached deed bearing my name and another forged signature.
Cleaner than the power of attorney.
Still wrong.
“They don’t own this property,” Dalton said.
“I do,” I replied.
“Through what structure?”
“A revocable trust,” I said. “Transferred by my grandfather.”
His attention sharpened.
“Is it recorded?” he asked.
“Not at the county level,” I said. “Protected. Private.”
Dalton nodded.
“Then they assumed it was still part of the estate,” he said. “Thought they could transfer it clean.”
“They didn’t check.”
“They didn’t know what to check,” he corrected.
Fair.
Morales leaned forward.
“So they forged a deed,” she said. “Attempted to sell a property they don’t legally own while also committing financial fraud using a forged power of attorney.”
Dalton whistled quietly.
“That’s not a mistake,” he said. “That’s a pattern.”
Exactly.
“They planning to pocket the money?” he asked.
I pictured Chloe’s watch and the way she had told me they made my room nice.
“Yes,” I said.
“All of it?”
May you like
I nodded.
“All right,” he said. “Then we don’t warn them.”
