PART 3
“That’s her,” I finally whispered.
Carol nodded slowly.
“Do you recognize her?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
I leaned closer to the monitor. The image was clear enough to see the signature on the paperwork. Tara had even copied the little curve I always made at the end of the letter D.
She had studied my handwriting.
She had practiced it.
She had planned this.
“Can you enlarge the picture?” I asked.
Carol adjusted the screen.
There was something else in the photograph.
Tara wasn’t alone.
A man sat beside her, slightly turned away from the camera. He wore a dark blue shirt and held a folder on his lap.
At first, I thought it was Kevin.
But it wasn’t.
It was a man I recognized from the few times Tara had mentioned her older brother, Daniel.
I had met him twice at family gatherings. He was a smooth talker, always dressed well, and always seemed to know exactly what to say when money became part of a conversation.
“What is he doing there?” I asked.
Carol studied the image.
“According to the account-opening records, he was listed as the second witness.”
I slowly turned toward her.
“A witness to what?”
“To the identity verification process.”
I almost laughed.
Not because anything was funny, but because the entire situation was so outrageous that my mind couldn’t find another way to respond.
“They used a witness to help steal my money?”
Carol didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
She picked up the telephone and contacted the bank’s fraud department. Then she asked me to remain in her office while she reported the suspicious transactions.
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