And they gave it to me.
They gave it to me in a room with a security camera, a nurse, and a social worker.
They gave it to me in writing.
They gave it to me in front of twenty witnesses, several of whom, once the fraud investigation started closing in, would become very interested in cooperating to save themselves.
The custody surrender was challenged and thrown out within weeks. The twins had never left me — the “we’ll come tomorrow morning” was Eleanor’s fantasy, and a void document gave her no claim to anything.
And the fraud file I’d spent six months building went to people with subpoena power.
The Vance family real estate company — Eleanor’s pride, the source of all their contempt for me — came apart thread by thread, exactly the way I’d pulled it.
PART 4
The reckoning happened in a courtroom, and I was there for it, though the family fraud case and the custody case were technically separate matters.
