Property Transfer Confirmation.
Emily’s inheritance.
My late husband had left her the lake property, worth more than Mark had ever earned. Emily had refused to sell it. Mark had raged about it at Thanksgiving, calling her “selfish” while carving turkey with white knuckles.
Now he was telling everyone she was on a trip.
Now Vanessa was wearing her clothes.
I called Detective Ruiz first. Not 911.
“Claire?” he answered, half-asleep. “This better be bad.”
“It is. Possible unlawful restraint. Possible attempted asset coercion. Victim is my daughter.”
His voice sharpened. “Where?”
I gave the address and added, “Come quiet. No sirens until you’re close.”
“You inside?”
“No.”
“Stay out.”
“I’m not stupid, Daniel.”
A pause. “That’s never been the problem.”
I hung up and opened my trunk.
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