Chapter 7 - The Commercial Connection
I didn't wait. I grabbed my keys, kissed Amy on the forehead, and told her I had to meet Detective Miller downtown immediately.
Thirty minutes later, I was sitting across from Miller in her cramped precinct office, sliding the printed bank trail and the second mortgage documentation across her desk.
Miller’s eyes widened as she scanned the routing numbers. "Two hundred thousand dollars against the primary title? Connor, if this mortgage defaults, the bank can foreclose on your house regardless of who's living in it."
"Not if the mortgage was secured through fraudulent misrepresentation and identity theft," I countered, leaning forward. "Mason is tied to this. He's managing the shell company where the funds were transferred."
"That explains why Mason tried to run with that folder on Friday night," Miller realized, her expression darkening. "It wasn't just the original deed. It was the entire financial architecture of the scam. Your mother wasn't just trying to control your house—she was liquidating your entire net worth to fund Mason's failing commercial real estate firm in downtown Nashville."
Everything clicked into place with terrifying precision. Mason’s real estate business had been on the verge of bankruptcy for over a year. He had begged my mother for financial help, and instead of using her own money, my mother had decided to raid mine—treating my hard work as her personal family ATM.
"Can we arrest Mason?" I asked.
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"We have enough probable cause for a warrant right now," Miller said, reaching for her radio. "Let's go pay your cousin a visit."
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