“This is more than family theft,” she said. “If those funds are restricted and someone knowingly withdrew them without authorization, there can be both civil and criminal consequences.”
“Can I get the money back?”
“Possibly. We can reverse the wire if it hasn’t cleared. The cash withdrawals are more difficult, but we’ve already requested ATM footage.”
I nearly broke down right there.
By noon, I had filed a police report. By two, I had contacted the attorney who handled Aunt Rebecca’s estate, Martin Kessler. He remembered me immediately. Once I explained everything, his tone shifted from polite to razor-sharp.
“Do not speak to your family without counsel present,” he said. “If the account was tied to court-monitored disbursement conditions, they may have exposed themselves to more liability than they realize.”
That evening, Jason finally called.
“You called the bank?” he demanded.
“You stole from me.”
“It was family money!”
“No,” I said. “It was protected money.”
He went quiet.
Then he laughed, though it sounded strained. “You’re bluffing.”
“Am I?”
He hung up.
