Part 3: The Numbers
The next morning, I made three calls.
First, to the county, to confirm guest residency laws and eviction timelines. Second, to my lawyer, Kathleen.
“It’s your house,” she said. “Refuse entry if you want. But document everything. Every call, every text. Put in cameras now.”
So I did.
Driveway. Front porch. Back deck. Not paranoia. Controls.
Then I called a private investigator in San Francisco and started running records myself.
The rot showed up fast.
Richard and Martha hadn’t “lost their place.” They had gone through Chapter 7 after a failed restaurant. Their condo had been foreclosed. They’d been living with Sarah and Carter for months.
Then Beverly, the investigator, sent the bank report.
Over ten months, Carter had quietly moved forty-eight thousand dollars out of Sarah’s accounts and into his father’s debt pit. Small transfers. Frequent. Easy to miss if your wife was busy teaching children and surviving marriage.
He had been bleeding her carefully.
That was when the story stopped being about my lake house.
Now it was about my daughter.
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