Chapter 2 - THE FOLDER
Two patrol cars arrived six minutes later.
By then, the party had split into two groups.
Half the family stood near Teresa, whispering angrily.
The other half suddenly found their phones fascinating.
An officer named Daniels approached me.
“You the homeowner?”
“Yes.”
Teresa shouted from behind him.
“He’s confused. This is a family property.”
I looked at her.
“No, it isn’t.”
She smiled tightly.
“Connor, sweetheart, emotions are high.”
Officer Daniels glanced between us.
“Ma’am, is your name on the deed?”
Teresa lifted her chin.
“My son knows what I mean.”
“No,” I said. “She isn’t on anything.”
Amy sat in the passenger seat holding Frederick.
The paramedics had already checked him.
His fever was high enough that they recommended we take him directly to the pediatric emergency department.
I wanted to leave.
But then I noticed Mason.
My cousin wasn’t watching the argument.
He was moving toward the side gate.
And he was carrying a brown folder.
“Mason.”
He stopped.
Everyone turned.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing.”
Then he ran.
He actually ran.
Officer Daniels reacted instantly.
Mason made it three steps before the second officer caught him.
The folder hit the ground.
Documents spilled across the patio.
One page landed near my shoe.
I bent down.
My name was printed at the top.
CONNOR JAMES BRADLEY.
My stomach dropped.
It was a copy of the deed to my house.
I picked it up.
“What the hell is this?”
Nobody spoke.
Another document had my signature.
Only I had never signed it.
Officer Daniels crouched beside the scattered papers.
“Sir, don’t touch anything else.”
Teresa pushed forward.
“It’s private family business.”
The officer stood.
“If these documents were removed from his home without permission, it may not be private anymore.”
My mother’s face hardened.
“Amy put you up to this.”
I looked at her.
“Amy is sitting in my truck with a sick child you ignored.”
“She’s dramatic.”
“She was washing your dishes while holding a baby with a fever.”
Betsy crossed her arms.
“She wanted to help.”
Amy heard her through the open truck window.
For the first time, she spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“No, I didn’t.”
Silence.
Amy looked at Betsy.
“You told me Connor would be furious if I embarrassed his mother.”
Betsy’s mouth opened.
Amy continued.
“You told me Connor had given Teresa control of the house.”
I turned toward my mother.
“You told her what?”
Teresa shook her head.
“She misunderstood.”
Amy climbed out of the truck.
She was trembling, but she kept going.
“You said Connor agreed that everything in the house was yours to manage.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“You took my debit card.”
My chest tightened.
“What?”
Teresa’s eyes snapped toward Amy.
“You gave it to me.”
“No,” Amy said. “You took it from my purse three weeks after Frederick was born.”
I looked at my wife.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“Because she said you knew.”
My mother laughed sharply.
“Oh, please.”
Amy wiped her cheek.
“She showed me messages.”
I went still.
“What messages?”
“Texts from your number.”
My blood turned cold.
I hadn’t sent Amy anything giving Teresa control over our money.
Not once.
Officer Daniels looked down at the papers.
“Mr. Bradley, you may want to look through these after we document them.”
One page showed a transfer authorization.
Another listed my mortgage account.
Then Daniels lifted a notarized document.
His expression changed.
“Do you know a Raymond Pike?”
“No.”
Teresa’s face went white.
Mason whispered, “Aunt Teresa…”
She spun toward him.
“Shut up.”
The entire backyard went silent.
Daniels looked at me.
“This document appears to transfer a partial property interest.”
I stared at him.
“To who?”
He turned the page around.
The name printed beneath mine was TERESA BRADLEY.
My mother.
My own mother had paperwork claiming I had given her part of my house.
Then Daniels pointed at the date.
Three days earlier.
I had been two hundred miles away at a construction site when the document claimed I had signed it in Nashville.
And suddenly, Teresa’s party made perfect sense.
It wasn’t a celebration.
It was cover.
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The house was full of relatives for a reason.
And somebody in that backyard had been meant to witness something before I came home.
