Chapter 7 - The Interrogation
Two weeks after the water-throwing incident, the hammer fell.
I was sitting in my living room, enjoying a glass of wine and reading a novel, when I received a text from an unknown number. It was Daniel.
They arrested me. Claire, please, I'm at the precinct. They're charging me with identity theft and felony fraud. I need you to post bail. Please, I'm begging you. I'm so scared.
I set the wine glass down. The bank had completed their investigation and handed the file over to the authorities. The forged signature, the IP address matching his laptop, the recorded phone call where he pretended to be me—it was a mountain of indisputable evidence.
I didn't reply to the text. I didn't post bail.
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The next morning, it was on the local news ticker. A mid-level manager arrested for attempting to defraud a major bank. Margaret and Vanessa, completely out of money and unable to afford bail, were forced to move into a cramped, one-bedroom apartment in a terrible neighborhood, funded by Vanessa's husband maxing out his last credit card.
The matriarch who demanded I wash her feet was now sleeping on a futon that smelled like stale smoke, while her golden-boy son sat in a concrete cell wearing an orange jumpsuit.
