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Denver.
“Renee,” his voice was warm when he answered. “It’s been months. What’s going on?”
I told him everything.
The account.
The transfer.
The forged signature.
The phone call with my father.
When I finished, there was a long pause.
“Renee, this is serious. Like potentially felony-level serious.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your father being a co-owner complicates continue reading …
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