two minutes later I sat across from Captain Morales.
Sharp eyes.
No small talk.
“You said this was urgent,” she said.
I slid the folder toward her.
“It is.”
She started with the bank records, then the IP logs, then the power of attorney.
I let her read.
Her expression barely changed until she reached the forged signature.
“That’s not yours,” she said.
“No,” I replied.
She continued.
“45,000,” she said. “Transferred while you were deployed.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And this individual, Vance, he’s active duty lieutenant.”
She leaned back.
