Last week.
While I was overseas.
Seller: Richard.
Signature: Richard.
Co-signed by Evelyn.
Then an attached deed bearing my name and another forged signature.
Cleaner than the power of attorney.
Still wrong.
“They don’t own this property,” Dalton said.
“I do,” I replied.
“Through what structure?”
“A revocable trust,” I said. “Transferred by my grandfather.”
His attention sharpened.
“Is it recorded?” he asked.
“Not at the county level,” I said. “Protected. Private.”
Dalton nodded.
“Then they assumed it was still part of the estate,” he said. “Thought they could transfer it clean.”
“They didn’t check.”
“They didn’t know what to check,” he corrected.
Fair.
Morales leaned forward.
“So they forged a deed,” she said. “Attempted to sell a property they don’t legally own while also committing financial fraud using a forged power of attorney.”
Dalton whistled quietly.
“That’s not a mistake,” he said. “That’s a pattern.”
