Chapter 7 - The Trap Snaps Shut
Two marked sheriff’s cruisers and an unmarked black sedan were already parked in front of my house when Elena and I pulled up to the curb.
The front lawn looked like a battleground.
Hailey was standing on the wet grass, shrieking at a female deputy who stood impassively with her thumbs tucked into her tactical vest. Gertrude was seated on the tailgate of Brandon's SUV, clutching her chest and dramatically hyperventilating while an EMT checked her blood pressure.
Brandon was in the driveway, handcuffed behind his back, held against the hood of a cruiser by a tall, broad-shouldered detective in a trench coat.
The moment Brandon saw my car, his face contorted in an explosion of spittle and rage. "Charlotte! Tell them! Tell them this is a mistake! You tell this cop to take these damn cuffs off me right now!"
I stepped out of Elena’s car, flanked by Marcus Vance, who had arrived in his own vehicle seconds behind us.
The detective stepped away from Brandon and approached us, tipping his hat toward Marcus. "Counselor. Mrs. Vance. I’m Detective Miller, Financial Crimes Division."
"Good afternoon, Detective," Marcus said smoothly. "I assume you executed the search warrant based on the documentation we provided Judge Holbrook?"
"We did," Detective Miller nodded, pulling a small spiral notebook from his pocket. "And it’s significantly worse than we initially thought."
Hailey screamed from the lawn, "You have no right to touch my things! That’s my private business! Charlotte, you jealous bitch, tell them to stop going through my room!"
"Shut your mouth, Miss Vance," the female deputy ordered sharply. "Sit on the curb and stay quiet."
Detective Miller turned back to me, his expression grave. "Mrs. Vance, we searched Miss Hailey Vance's bedroom. We recovered twenty-four high-end designer handbags, eleven luxury watches, and dozens of pieces of fine jewelry. Half of them still had retail anti-theft tags attached. The other half matched the descriptions of items reported stolen from local boutique consignments over the last nine months."
I blinked, stunned. "She wasn't just unemployed... she was running a fencing operation?"
"She was," Miller confirmed. "She was using your address as a drop point for stolen goods, selling them on secondary peer-to-peer apps, and using your name on the shipping labels to avoid tax reporting. Furthermore, we found the pawn slips for your mother’s diamond bracelet and sapphire rings. They’ve already been flagged at Capital Gold & Pawn. The items are in police evidence hold right now. You’ll have them back as soon as the chain of custody is logged."
A huge, suffocating weight dissolved from my chest. *My mother’s jewelry was safe.*
"And what about my husband?" I asked, looking over at Brandon.
Detective Miller’s face darkened. "Mr. Vance took things a step further. In his home office, inside a locked filing cabinet, we discovered six different pre-approved credit cards issued under your daughter’s name, Skylar Hayes. Two of them had been activated this morning, with attempted transactions at a local electronics wholesaler trying to buy $8,000 in gift cards."
"You bastard," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Brandon strained against the deputy holding him, his eyes wild and desperate. "It was an investment, Char! I was going to flip the inventory! I was going to pay it back before she turned eighteen! She doesn't even need credit right now! You don't understand how business works!"
"That’s identity theft of a dependent minor, Mr. Vance," Detective Miller said, turning his back on Brandon. "Coupled with the forged loan documents for the $185,000 home equity line, that makes it three counts of federal bank fraud, one count of aggravated identity theft, and one count of criminal forgery."
"Wait!" Gertrude suddenly shrieked, batting away the EMT’s stethoscope and scrambling off the tailgate. She hobbled across the driveway, her frail, helpless act completely abandoned. "Wait! Brandon didn't do this! It was all Charlotte! Charlotte told him to apply for that loan! She wanted the new suite! She forced my poor boy to handle the finances because she was too lazy!"
Marcus Vance stepped forward, his voice cutting through Gertrude’s screeching like a scalpel.
"Mrs. Gertrude Vance, I suggest you exercise your Fifth Amendment right immediately," Marcus said coldly. "Because we also have audio recordings from last night’s dinner, provided by your granddaughter, in which you explicitly stated that my client’s money belonged to you and your son. We also have records of your unauthorized use of my client’s emergency credit card for over $14,000 in non-emergency luxury purchases over the last ninety days."
Gertrude froze. Her jaw dropped, her face turning an ashen, mottled gray.
"You... you recorded me?" she whispered, horrified.
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"My daughter told me the truth, Gertrude," I said, stepping right up to the police tape. "The truth you tried to bury under a cup of instant noodles."
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