Marine Returns From Okinawa to Find Her Bungalow Already Sold
“The clerk accepted a forged instrument,” Vance said. “The federal court will issue the injunction by noon.”
“We are looking at criminal referral,” Miller told Benson. “The state attorney’s office does not ignore notary fraud, especially when it involves active-duty military personnel.”
“I have a business to run,” Benson said.
“Not if you are in state prison,” Miller said.
He leaned over and murmured to Benson for three long minutes, their heads nearly touching.
I watched Benson’s hands. He was tapping his gold watch, the metal clicking against his ring.
“What do you want?” Benson asked, his eyes fixing on me with a cold, hard stare.
“A full rescission of the deed,” Vance said. “And a certified check to Emily Morrison for eighty-eight thousand dollars.”
“Eighty-eight?” Benson spit out. “The contract was sixty-four.”
“She paid eighty-eight,” I said, placing the receipt Sarah had copied onto the table. “You pocketed twenty-four thousand in cash by using your own shell company as a straw buyer.”
Benson looked at his lawyer. Miller slowly shook his head.
