“This is the formal demand for repayment,” Jennifer said.

She dropped the packet onto the small marble table in the foyer.

It landed with a heavy thud.

“We have documented eighty-four thousand dollars in unauthorized charges on Tessa’s corporate credit accounts over the last ninety days,” Jennifer said.

Brent swallowed hard, his throat moving convulsively.

“Those were business expenses,” he said. “For the estate.”

“You bought three designer watches, a set of custom golf clubs, and paid for two trips to Aspen with your sister Karen,” I said.

Brent looked away, his eyes scanning the driveway as if looking for an escape.

“And then there is the refinancing paperwork,” Jennifer said, her voice dropping to a harder tone.

She flipped to the third page of her packet.

“We have the affidavit from the notary,” Jennifer said. “The notary who confesses she never actually saw Tessa sign the mortgage application.”

Brent’s face went completely white.

“She said she knew you,” Brent whispered. “She said it was fine.”

“It is forgery, Brent,” Jennifer said. “It is a Class 5 felony in the state of Colorado.”