Harrison’s words stayed with me all night.
The man in the photograph wasn’t connected to Julian. He was connected to the person who had sold me the house.
For the first time since I came home, I felt something other than anger. I felt worried about my mother and determined to understand what had happened.
The next morning, Harrison arrived at the hotel with a stack of documents.
“I found him,” he said.
I looked at the photograph again.
“Who is he?”
“His name is Victor Hale. He was a property consultant who worked with the previous owner of the house.”
I frowned.
“What does he have to do with my family?”
Harrison opened another file.
“Julian had contacted him before you completed the purchase.”
My stomach tightened.
“Why?”
“Because Julian knew you were buying the property for your mother.”
The documents showed that Julian had been asking questions about the property and its finances before the purchase was completed.
I looked at Harrison.
“Was he trying to take the house?”
“Not exactly,” he said. “It appears he was trying to create confusion about who was responsible for the household expenses.”
Harrison explained that Julian had gradually become involved in my mother’s finances. He had convinced her that managing the accounts would make things easier.
Then the transfers began.
Money I had sent for my mother’s living expenses was being redirected elsewhere.
“How much?” I asked.
Harrison paused.
“Just under seventy thousand dollars.”
I closed my eyes.
For years, I had worked hard and sent money home because I wanted my mother to live comfortably.
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