“Did you previously give her a key?”
“Yes.”
“That complicates the entry issue, but we’ll document it. She also has a box of financial records. Do those belong to you?”
“Yes.”
“Did she have permission to remove them?”
“No.”
“We’ll speak with her.”
Rebecca was not arrested that evening.
Michael had warned me that might happen.
Because I had voluntarily given her a key and previously allowed her access to the house, investigators needed more information.
But the officers returned my documents and told Rebecca not to come back unless police accompanied her or I authorized it.
The following morning, I changed every lock.
I changed the alarm codes.
I froze my credit.
I contacted my bank, investment company, insurer, accountant, and attorney.
By noon, we discovered the first financial problem.
Someone had attempted to create an online account with a lender using my Social Security number two weeks earlier.
The application had not been completed.
I didn’t recognize the email address attached to it.
But the recovery phone number ended with the same four digits as Rebecca’s second phone.
I had never known she had another phone.
That afternoon, my attorney, Linda Park, reviewed the USB files.
She chose her words carefully.
“This does not automatically prove every crime you suspect,” she said. “But it gives us enough reason to document everything and notify the proper institutions.”
“What about the forged applications?”
“If the lender confirms the application was submitted without your authorization, that becomes very serious.”
Emily sat beside me with her wrist in a medical brace.
Linda looked at her.
“And your assault report is separate. Don’t let anyone convince you these are all one issue.”
Over the next week, Rebecca changed tactics.
She stopped calling.
Instead, she emailed.
The first email claimed Emily had attacked her first.
The second said the recording was edited.
The third argued the financial documents were part of our wedding planning.
The fourth threatened a civil lawsuit for reputational damage if anyone publicly accused her of fraud.
I didn’t reply.
Linda did.
Rebecca became much quieter after that.
Two weeks later, Victor Hale contacted my attorney.
Victor was not a professional loan broker, as Emily had assumed.
He was Rebecca’s cousin and worked as an independent document-preparation contractor in Indiana.
Through his attorney, Victor claimed Rebecca told him I had already agreed to refinance my property after the wedding.
He said he had prepared draft documents using information she provided.
Linda asked him several simple questions.
“Did Mr. Carter ever communicate with you?”
No.
“Did you personally verify his consent?”
No.
“Did Rebecca provide his Social Security number?”
Yes.
“His investment balances?”
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