“And he did the same for Karen’s townhouse in Cherry Creek,” Jennifer continued.

I felt a cold wave of anger wash over me.

“So he risked my home to pay for their luxury rentals,” I said.

“Exactly,” Jennifer said, her voice calm and analytical. “And now that we have frozen the estate accounts and filed the fraud affidavits, the security is gone.”

She tapped the document with her finger.

“The leasing company ran a standard audit this morning,” Jennifer said. “They discovered the assets listed in the guarantee do not exist in Brent’s name.”

“Which means the leases are legally nullified,” Molly said, a grim smile touching her lips.

“Yes,” Jennifer said. “The management company has a zero-tolerance policy for fraudulent applications.”

She looked at me, her expression serious.

“Diane and Karen have seventy-two hours to pack their things and leave,” Jennifer said. “Otherwise, the sheriff will remove them.”

Before I could answer, a loud, roaring engine sounded from the street.

I looked out the window and saw Brent’s black Range Rover swerve onto the curb in front of Molly’s house.