Chapter 14 - The Search of the PrinterPolice obtained warrants for specific digital evidence after the lender and bank records established probable cause.
I did not participate in the search.
I stayed with my friend Helen.
Detective Morris called that evening.
“We found documents.”
“What kind?”
“Drafts.”
The home office printer retained scan-history data.
Investigators recovered images of my driver’s license.
Social Security card.
Property-tax statement.
Signature samples.
One page was a birthday card I had signed to David.
Love always, Mom — Margaret
Someone had scanned the signature.
That explained why the forgery looked familiar.
They had not practiced from memory.
They had copied from my affection.
I sat down.
Morris continued carefully.
“We also found multiple draft versions of the deed.”
Some signatures were obviously bad.
Then better.
Then close.
A progression.
The printer user logs connected several scans to Ashley’s laptop.
David’s laptop contained the HELOC spreadsheet and email exchanges with Raymond.
Both devices contained communications with Brooke.
No longer was the case dependent on inference.
The evidence existed inside the house they wanted me to leave.
Then Morris said:
“There’s something else.”
I closed my eyes.
“What?”
“A draft listing agreement.”
“For my house?”
“Yes.”
Not executed.
Not yet.
Projected listing date:
nine months after renovation.
Projected sale price:
$725,000.
I whispered:
“They planned to sell.”
“Looks like they considered it.”
That distinction mattered.
Drafts were not completed acts.
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Still.
The future they imagined did not include me returning home.
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