“These are the bank statements,” I said. “And these are the loan applications.”

Harris opened the folder and began flipping through the pages.

“Your sister, Hannah, used a notary stamp registered to your mother’s business,” Harris noted, his pen tracing the blue ink on the signature line.

“The signature on this power of attorney is a very close match to yours.”

“It is a forgery,” I said.

“They used my pilot’s license number, which they took from my desk when my mother watched my apartment last month.”

“They used my tax returns from the same drawer.”

Harris leaned back in his chair, the spring squeaking loudly.

“You realize what happens if we move forward with this, Captain?”

“Your sister and your mother will face felony charges.”

“Identity theft, forgery, and grand larceny.”

“In the state of Florida, the amount they attempted to secure puts this in the first-degree felony category.”

“They could face significant prison time.”

“I am aware,” I said.

“They did not think about my life when they signed my name to a two-hundred-thousand-dollar debt.”

“They did not think about my career when they sent debt collectors to my home.”