While I Was at Lunch With My Daughter My Neighbor Called and Asked Why Someone Was Loading Boxes From My House

Whether from fear or shame or some mixture of the two I could not precisely determine, and I found that I was not particularly invested in the answer.

Derek was looking toward the door.

I told him there was a federal investigator parked across the street. That this was a federal matter now. Wire fraud, bank fraud, elder financial abuse. That Victor continue reading …