The Federal Agent Who Returned to Reclaim Her Shattered Home and Child
Vanessa laughed, a dry, grating sound.
“You have no authority here, Agent,” Vanessa said.
She emphasized the word *Agent*.
She knew exactly what I did.
She knew about my undercover past.
I slipped my right hand into my jacket pocket.
My fingers found my encrypted government phone.
I pressed the volume down button three times.
The silent vibration in my pocket confirmed the voice recorder was active.
I needed every word of this on a secure server.
“Grant,” I said, keeping my voice calm and even. “You took my money.”
“I managed our assets,” Grant said. “You were never here to do it.”
“You emptied my personal accounts,” I said. “You took the trust fund my father left for Lily.”
Grant took a sip of his scotch.
“It is all legal, Evelyn,” he said. “A husband has a right to marital property when his wife abandons the home.”
“I was working,” I said.
“You were playing soldier,” Grant said. “And now you are going to leave.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.