my eyes briefly and locked the facts into place.
Federal wire fraud.
Identity theft.
Forgery.
And an active-duty officer.
Vance wasn’t simply a man with bad habits anymore.
He was a liability in uniform.
I documented everything.
Screenshots.
Transaction logs.
IP records.
Copies of the forged power of attorney.
Everything duplicated and organized.
Then I connected my portable printer.
The pages came out one by one.
$45,000.
Forged authorization.
A paper trail running through my mother and directly to my sister’s husband.
I aligned the pages and slid them
