“Honey, I settled another document today. Old man Morales did not even realize he was not signing a will for his grandson, but a deed of gift in my favor. When he dies, a mansion in Greenwich will be ours.”
“Love, you are a genius. Soon we can buy a villa in Italy and live there like royalty and let your wife stay with her medicines and her patients.”
“Pamela, we just have to close the last case. My wife’s inheritance. That is where most of the money is. After that, we will disappear. I will file for divorce, take the boy, and we will both go to Italy.”
Emily read the messages, feeling a mixture of rage and disgust. Not only were they cheating on her, but they were robbing defenseless elderly people. How many families had lost their inheritance because of their greed?
She photographed all the messages. Then she opened Ethan’s laptop. The password was the same as the phones. Their son’s birthday. A model father.
Emily smiled bitterly.
In his email, she found even more evidence. Diagrams of the fraud, lists of victims, moneyaundering plans, all perfectly organized and hidden.
“Arrogant fool,” Emily thought as she copied the files to the USB drive.