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<\/p>\nHe didn\u2019t learn. Your grandmother always said Richard never learned anything he didn\u2019t want to know. So I wrote everything down. I went to a lawyer and swore to it. It\u2019s attached here. I\u2019ve never shown it to anyone. I hoped I never would have to. That\u2019s why the house is yours, Katie. Not because I love you more. I love all of you. It\u2019s because you\u2019re the one who\u2019ll take care of it. And you\u2019re the one who\u2019ll need somewhere to stand when the ground shakes. Your whole life, they\u2019ve asked you to be a good sister. A good daughter. You\u2019ve been both. Better than they deserved. Now I\u2019m asking you to be something else.<\/p>\n
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I\u2019m asking you to be good to yourself. Don\u2019t let them make you small in my house. I\u2019ll be on the porch. Love always, Grandpa\u201d I read it twice. Then I put it down on Captain Morales\u2019s neat desk and put my hand over my mouth. Nobody said anything for a long time. Dalton picked up the second document. He read it carefully, his mustache moving a little as he mouthed some of the words.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is a sworn affidavit,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cFrom Walter Hollis. Dated March 2012. Notarized. It details a forged deed of trust\u2014a loan\u2014against the property, signed with his name without his permission, by Richard Hollis. The loan number. The bank. The amount. The date he discovered it. The date he paid it off.\u201d He looked up. \u201cHe kept copies of everything. The bank letters. The payoff statement. The forged signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned to the last page.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd there\u2019s this. A photocopy of the forged loan document.\u201d He held it next to the power of attorney with my name on it.<\/p>\n
Captain Morales leaned in to look.<\/p>\n
Then she let out a low whistle.<\/p>\n
It was the same hand. The same heavy pressure where the writer slowed down. The same strange hook at the end of the last letter, like someone who\u2019d practiced the name but never got the finish right.<\/p>\n
\u201cSame person,\u201d said Dalton. \u201cFourteen years apart. Same exact mistakes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did it before,\u201d I said. My voice sounded far away. \u201cHe did the exact same thing to Grandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd your grandfather,\u201d Dalton said, \u201cmade sure you\u2019d be able to prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He set the papers down very carefully, like they might break.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaptain Hollis,\u201d he said. \u201cIn thirty-four years of practice, I have never seen a man protect somebody from beyond the grave quite like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
After that, everything moved fast.<\/p>\n
Captain Morales got on the phone with the Colorado Springs Police Department. Because the theft and forgery were civilian crimes, it was their case. But because my father worked on post, as a Department of the Army civilian, she also called the Criminal Investigation Division.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father made a threat involving a promotion board,\u201d she said. \u201cUsing his position. That\u2019s not just family drama anymore. That\u2019s official.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dalton called Mesa Title.<\/p>\n
He put them on speaker. The woman who answered was named Brenda. She sounded nervous.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she said. \u201cMrs. Hollis came in back in April with a power of attorney. She wanted to execute a quitclaim deed on the property on behalf of her daughter. The house on Pinecrest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you didn\u2019t process it,\u201d said Dalton.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, sir. Our policy is that we don\u2019t accept a general power of attorney for a real estate transfer when the owner is active military and deployed. It has to be a<\/p>\n
specific one, with the property named. Also\u2014\u201d She hesitated. \u201cHonestly, something felt off. Mrs. Hollis kept saying her daughter \u2018wanted this\u2019 but couldn\u2019t explain why the daughter wasn\u2019t calling us herself. And the husband kept answering questions for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you asked for the owner to sign in person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe did. We have an appointment set for today. Two o\u2019clock.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dalton looked at me.<\/p>\n
I looked at the clock on Captain Morales\u2019s wall. It was 11:40.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep the appointment,\u201d Dalton said into the phone. \u201cBut move it. Tell Mrs. Hollis there\u2019s been a change. The signing will take place at the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the house,\u201d Dalton said. \u201cThe owner would like to be home for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father thought I was bringing a notary.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s what my mother told him, after the title company called. I heard her through the basement ceiling at one o\u2019clock, while I sat on the cot in my uniform with my grandfather\u2019s letter folded in my breast pocket.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s having them come to the house. Isn\u2019t that sweet? I think she wants to make it special. For Chloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father said something I couldn\u2019t hear.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard, stop worrying. She said she\u2019d handle it. She always handles it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She always handles it.<\/p>\n
I put on my cover. I checked my uniform in the little mirror by the basement stairs. I\u2019d pressed it that morning, before the sun came up, in the laundry room of my own house, while my family slept upstairs in my bedrooms.<\/p>\n
At 1:55, I heard cars in the driveway.<\/p>\n
I went upstairs.<\/p>\n
My whole family was in the living room. My father in a pressed polo shirt. My mother in her cream cardigan, with a plate of cookies on the coffee table. Chloe on the gray sectional with her feet up. Vance standing behind her, one hand on her shoulder, looking like he\u2019d rather be anywhere else.<\/p>\n
They\u2019d put a bottle of champagne on the kitchen counter with a bow on it. Next to it was a card that said CONGRATULATIONS, HOMEOWNERS!<\/p>\n
My mother turned around and saw me in uniform.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Kate. You didn\u2019t have to dress up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I did, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
The doorbell rang.<\/p>\n
My father answered it with his big welcoming smile.<\/p>\n
It was Martin Dalton, in his tweed jacket, with his broken briefcase.<\/p>\n
Behind him was Captain Morales in uniform.<\/p>\n
Behind her were two officers from the Colorado Springs Police Department.<\/p>\n
And behind them was a man in a gray suit with a badge clipped to his belt. Special Agent Harlan, Army CID.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s smile didn\u2019t disappear right away.<\/p>\n
It just sort of froze on his face and stayed there, like it didn\u2019t know where else to go.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard Hollis?\u201d said one of the police officers. His name tag said SGT. PAYNE.<\/p>\n
My father didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Hollis, we\u2019d like to speak with you and your wife. May we come in?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is a private family matter,\u201d my father said. \u201cThere\u2019s been some kind of mistake\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not a mistake,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Everyone turned to look at me.<\/p>\n
I walked to the front door. I stood beside Dalton and faced my family.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s my house,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd I\u2019m inviting them in.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father looked at me. Really looked at me. And for the first time in my whole life, I saw my father not know what to do.<\/p>\n
Then he stepped aside.<\/p>\n
They came into the living room. There were suddenly too many people. My mother was still holding the plate of cookies. Chloe had put her feet down and was sitting straight up, one hand on her belly, looking from face to face.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d she said. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing, sweetie. It\u2019s nothing. Kate\u2019s just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMa\u2019am,\u201d said Sergeant Payne. \u201cAre you Evelyn Hollis?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s voice went up an octave. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Hollis, we\u2019re investigating the use of a power of attorney on the bank accounts of Captain Katherine Hollis. We have reason to believe that document was forged. We also have records showing forty-five thousand dollars was transferred from Captain Hollis\u2019s accounts to an account in your name while she was deployed overseas.\u201d<\/p>\n
The plate of cookies tipped a little in my mother\u2019s hands. One slid off and hit the carpet.<\/p>\n
\u201cForty-five thousand dollars?\u201d said Chloe.<\/p>\n
Nobody answered her.<\/p>\n
\u201cKate gave us that,\u201d my mother said. \u201cShe gave us permission. She signed the paper before she left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did! You don\u2019t remember. You were so busy packing, you signed all kinds of things\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn,\u201d said my father sharply.<\/p>\n
My mother stopped talking.<\/p>\n
Captain Morales stepped forward with a folder. She opened it and held up the power of attorney. Then, next to it, a copy of the page from my grandfather\u2019s<\/p>\n
affidavit. The old forged loan. The same heavy hand. The same strange hook at the end.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Hollis,\u201d said Special Agent Harlan. He had a quiet voice. The kind that made people lean in to hear it. \u201cIn 2011, your father, Walter Hollis, swore under oath that you forged his signature on a sixty-thousand-dollar loan against this property.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s face went white.<\/p>\n
Not pale. White. Like somebody had pulled a plug.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s\u2014\u201d he said. \u201cMy father never\u2014he never reported\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t report it,\u201d said Dalton. \u201cHe wrote it down. He had it notarized. And he put it in a safe in the basement of this house, with a letter to his granddaughter. Where it stayed until this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father turned and looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat safe?\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s no safe. I\u2019ve been through this whole house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the whole house,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then Chloe said, in a small voice, \u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father didn\u2019t look at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad. Is it true?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s complicated, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you take Kate\u2019s money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe, honey, let\u2019s not do this in front of\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother stepped between them. \u201cYour father was trying to help you. Everything we did, we did for you. You and Vance were drowning. The credit cards. The truck payment. The medical bills. Kate has so much. She doesn\u2019t have a family to take care of. It wasn\u2019t hurting her\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t hurting her?\u201d Chloe stood up. It took her a second, with the baby. Vance reached out to help her and she shook his hand off. \u201cYou told me she offered. You<\/p>\n
told me Kate wanted us to have the house. You said she was excited about being an aunt and she wanted to give us a gift. You said she\u2019d call when she got back.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother opened her mouth. Closed it.<\/p>\n
Chloe turned to me.<\/p>\n
Her face was pink and blotchy and she looked about twelve years old.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know,\u201d she said. \u201cAbout any of this. Did you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Chlo,\u201d I said. \u201cI didn\u2019t know you were pregnant until I walked in the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
My sister stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey told me you knew,\u201d she whispered. \u201cThey said you were too busy to call. I thought you didn\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know what to say to that.<\/p>\n
We stood there across the living room from each other, my little sister and me, with a whole lifetime of our parents\u2019 stories between us.<\/p>\n
Then Vance cleared his throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew about the money,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Everyone turned.<\/p>\n
Vance\u2019s face was bright red. He was looking at the floor. His big hands were hanging at his sides.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the forgery. I swear I didn\u2019t know about that. Your mom said Kate had set up a thing. Before she left. To help us. She said we should just use it and not make a big deal, because Kate was private about money.\u201d He swallowed. \u201cBut I knew it was Kate\u2019s money. And I knew it was a lot. And I didn\u2019t ask. I didn\u2019t want to ask.\u201d He looked at Chloe. \u201cWe were so behind, babe. I didn\u2019t want you to know how bad it was. I just wanted it to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe looked at him like she\u2019d never seen him before.<\/p>\n
Then she sat back down on the gray couch. Slowly. Carefully. She put both hands over her face.<\/p>\n
My father tried one more time.<\/p>\n
He did it the way he\u2019d done everything my whole life. He stood up straight. He turned to Special Agent Harlan, man to man, and he lowered his voice to that calm, reasonable tone.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook. Agent. I\u2019m a retired lieutenant colonel. I served this country for twenty-two years. This is a family matter that got out of hand. My daughter\u2019s under a lot of stress. She just got back from a deployment. You know how it is. I think if we all just sit down\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Hollis,\u201d said Harlan. \u201cYesterday afternoon, did you threaten to interfere with your daughter\u2019s promotion to major if she didn\u2019t sign over this property?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cColonel Tom Brandt called my office this morning,\u201d Harlan went on, very quietly. \u201cHe said that at your barbecue yesterday, you told him your daughter had \u2018some<\/p>\n
financial problems\u2019 and that he should \u2018keep an eye on her packet.\u2019 He thought it was strange. He thought it was strange enough to make a call.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s mouth opened. Nothing came out.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have connections, Mr. Hollis,\u201d said Harlan. \u201cThat\u2019s true. And it turns out one of them has a conscience.\u201d<\/p>\n
They didn\u2019t handcuff my parents in the living room.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d wondered if they would. Part of me wanted to see it, I\u2019ll be honest. The part of me that was seven years old with a broken volcano.<\/p>\n
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