To steal my inheritance, my sister and her husband attacked me until I blacked out. My sister sneered, “You should have signed the house over.” As they celebrated, my father’s lawyer handed me a secret letter. I smiled through my pain, because my father had anticipated their greed and written…

Detective Ruiz, the lead on my assault case who had been waiting for a reason to dig deeper.

But that was just the preamble.

I plugged the flash drive into my laptop and began to work. One-handed, fueled by high-dose painkillers and a cold, simmering rage, I entered the digital backdoors of Mercer Private Lending.

What I found was a masterpiece of larceny.continue reading …