“You recorded her bathing,” I said.
“We never watched that feed.”
One monitor showed a list of archived files.
Hundreds of them.
Julian stepped forward.
“I want an attorney.”
Sheriff Mercer nodded.
“That would be wise.”
A technician arrived and began disconnecting the system. Another deputy searched the desk under the authority of the emergency order and probable cause created by the surveillance equipment.
He opened a locked drawer.
Inside were several folders containing bank statements, property documents, blank checks, and copies of Mother’s signature.
A rubber stamp lay beside them.
The stamp reproduced her name perfectly.
Renee picked up one file.
“Silver Crown Holdings,” she read.
Julian stared at the floor.
I took the folder from her and scanned the top page.
It was a purchase agreement for Mother’s house.
The sale price was less than one-third of its market value.
The buyer was Silver Crown Holdings.
