Marine Returns From Okinawa to Find Her Bungalow Already Sold
“Benson gave me the key to the shed,” Emily said. “He told me the previous owner had left some old tools behind, but the shed was empty when I looked.”
“My father took them,” I said. “He sold my lawnmower and my chainsaw before you even moved in.”
Emily looked toward the street. “I do not want to be in the middle of a family fight, Maria. I just wanted a clean start.”
Captain Vance’s office at the naval station was small, smelling of old folders and the floor wax they used on the military decks.
He had a white dry-erase board mounted on the wall, with Benson’s name written at the top and three blue arrows pointing downward.
“This is the financial flow,” Vance said, tapping the board with a blue marker. “It is a double-contract flip.”
“Explain it to me,” I said, leaning against the green metal filing cabinet.
“Benson’s shell company, Oak Glen Holdings, bought the bungalow from your father for forty thousand dollars,” Vance said. “That was the first contract, signed with the forged power of attorney.”
