The engagement venue.
The luxury condominium development.
Even Bellamy House itself.
Everything depended upon one construction loan.
And that construction loan depended upon the six-hundred-thousand-dollar guarantee.
The forged guarantee.
Mother still didn’t understand.
“So we’ll submit another application.”
Grant laughed once.
It wasn’t amusement.
It sounded like panic.
“You don’t submit another application after suspected financial fraud.”
“They audit everything.”
Vanessa grabbed his arm.
“They’ll believe us.”
“They’ll believe evidence.”
I quietly opened my laptop.
Then rotated the screen toward them.
An email sat at the top of my inbox.
Confirmation of Fraud Investigation
