My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
“The forensic accountant completed the report on the operating account, Lily,” Marcus said, his formal, legal terminology delivered in his calm, steady voice. “The records show a total of four hundred thousand dollars siphoned from the ranch’s breeding reserves over a three-year period.”
“Where did the money go?” I asked, my boots squeaking on the green linoleum floor.
“It went directly to a dummy corporation registered under Lisa Hawthorne’s maiden name,” Marcus said. “The funds were used to purchase three luxury vehicles and pay the lease on her boutique in Fort Worth.”
The door to the inner office swung open, and Deputy Miller stepped out, his heavy leather duty belt creaking as he gestured for us to enter.
“Come on back, Lily,” the deputy said, his short, blunt phrases carrying the weight of a man who had known my father since they were boys. “Marcus told me what you found in the county clerk’s files.”
We sat in the two wooden chairs opposite his desk, which was piled high with yellow folders and state tax manuals. I laid the brown envelope on the green blotter.
