“We have bank statements, wire transfer receipts, falsified investment reports with your signature.”
Lauren turned to me. “You called the FBI on my husband.”
“I provided information about illegal activity,” I said.
“Mom, how could you?”
“Lauren, listen to me,” Trevor grabbed her arm. “Your mother is lying. She’s manipulating you because you threw away that stupid passbook!”
“Mr. Kingsley,” the detective said. “This isn’t a family dispute. This is federal crime.”
“It was temporary!” Trevor shouted. “I was going to pay it back! That passbook—I thought it had real money in it. I thought we could use it to cover!”
Lauren stepped back. “You thought you could use my mother’s money to cover your theft?”
“You don’t understand!” Trevor looked wildly around. “Do you know what it’s like to have in-laws who look down on you? To have a mother-in-law who’s nothing but a janitor act like she’s better than you?”
The word echoed. Janitor.
Lillian gasped.
“It’s true!” Trevor whirled on his mother. “Look at her! She cleans toilets for a living, and she has the nerve to judge me!”
I stood there, watching Trevor reveal exactly who he was.
Detective Thornton closed her folder. “Mr. Kingsley, I’m placing you under arrest.”
She pulled out handcuffs. The click echoed in the silence.
“This is because of that passbook!” Trevor was shouting as he was led away. “Because we laughed at your pathetic little gift!”
Lillian fled to her car. Lauren sat on a concrete block, staring at nothing.
After five minutes, she spoke. “You knew before the wedding.”
“I did.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
