Chapter 2 - Paper Trails and Cold Truths
"Stay in the living room, Cody," I called out, keeping my tone gentle as I stepped into the hallway.
Haley stood near the front entryway, holding her heavy school backpack by one shoulder. Her eyes were wide with a mix of shock and overwhelming relief. The moment she saw me standing there in my civilian clothes, her chest heaved, and she dropped her bag onto the rug.
"Dad!" she sobbed, rushing forward and throwing her arms around my neck.
I hugged her tight, holding the back of her head, feeling her shoulders shake against my chest. "I'm here, Haley," I whispered. "I've got you. You did good, sweetheart. You did everything right."
Cody came running around the corner, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. "Dad! You're back early! You said you wouldn't be home until Thanksgiving!"
"I came back early to surprise you guys," I said, crouching down to give Cody a tight, one-armed hug while keeping my eyes fixed on the kitchen doorway.
Derrick tried to slip out through the garage door while the kids were distracted, but as soon as he opened it, Carlos was standing on the other side, leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his massive chest.
"Where are you headed, pal?" Carlos asked smoothly, his voice cutting through the garage air like a knife. "The conversation inside isn't over yet."
Derrick backed up slowly into the kitchen, his face flushed with sweat. Kendra stood frozen near the island, wiping her cheeks, trying desperately to put on a smile for the children.
"Haley, sweetie," Kendra said, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to regain control. "Take Cody upstairs to his room, okay? Your father and I are just discussing some... work things with Mr. Bennett."
Haley looked at her mother, then looked at me. She wasn't a little kid anymore; she saw right through the fake composure. "Is he the one who was here late?" she asked quietly, pointing directly at Derrick.
Kendra’s face went red with embarrassment. "Haley! That is completely inappropriate—"
"Go upstairs, kids," I said firmly but gently, looking at Haley. "Take your brother up, play some video games, and give us thirty minutes. I promise you everything is going to be okay."
Haley nodded, taking Cody by the hand and leading him up the stairs without another word.
Once the sound of Cody’s bedroom door closing echoed down the hallway, the mask came completely off.
I turned back to the kitchen table, pulled out my phone, and opened a legal document scanner app. I took crisp, clear photos of every single sheet of paper Derrick and Kendra had laid out: the forged power of attorney, the loan application, the bogus bank authorizations, and the company invoices for Bennett Renovation Group.
"What are you doing, Michael?" Kendra demanded, her voice rising in panic as she tried to snatch the papers.
I swept the physical documents into my tactical backpack and zipped it shut. "I'm building a paper trail, Kendra. Something you thought I was too stupid or too far away to notice."
"Michael, listen to me!" she yelled, tears finally falling for real now—not out of remorse, but out of absolute panic. "It’s not what you think! I was trying to start a business! A staging and design firm! Derrick was going to be my business partner!"
"A business partner?" I scoffed. "You paid your 'business partner' $21,000 out of our kids' college savings? You authorized transfers to a private account that doesn't have my name on it?"
"I needed capital!" she screamed. "You’re gone six months out of the year! I’m here alone raising two kids! I wanted something of my own! Derrick said if we renovated three properties in town, we could flip them and double our money before you even got back!"
Derrick shifted uncomfortably against the counter. "Look, Mr. Turner, the investment was sound. The market in Cumberland County is hot right now—"
"Shut your mouth," Carlos said, stepping inside from the garage and shutting the heavy door behind him. "You’re standing in a veteran's house, talking about flipping properties with stolen money using forged loan documents. You think the District Attorney is going to look at this as an 'investment'?"
I looked at Derrick. "Who notarized this power of attorney?"
Derrick didn't answer.
"I asked you a question," I said, stepping closer to him until I was standing inches from his face. "Who signed the notary stamp on this fraudulent document?"
"A lady at my office," Derrick muttered, staring at the floor. "She... she thought you were present when we signed the master agreement last month."
"So that’s fraud, forgery, identity theft, and notary misconduct," I said cold-bloodedly. "Carlos, call my attorney, Mark Vance. Tell him to meet us at his office in one hour. And tell him to bring a private investigator."
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Kendra gasped. "An attorney? Michael, no! You can't involve lawyers! We can fix this! We're a family!"
"We were a family," I corrected her, looking her straight in the eyes. "Until you traded our children's security and my honor for a fake business and a cheap con artist."
