Rachel’s car pulled up behind Walt’s. She stepped out in uniform, crisp and composed, carrying a folder. My father’s eyes widened. “Who is that?”
“Captain Rachel Monroe, Judge Advocate General’s Corps. I’m advising Ms. Carter.”
“JAG? This is a family matter.”
“No,” Rachel said. “This is a legal matter.” She pulled the folder open. “Here is a certified copy of the deed in Ms. Carter’s name. We have documentation of your arrival with a locksmith and realtor this morning, audio and video. If you attempt to challenge this ownership without legal basis, you’ll be opening yourselves to counterclaims and damages.”
My father did not take the folder. He glared. Walt nodded. “If this goes to court, none of it looks good for you.” Dad shook his head. “We’re family. You wouldn’t drag us into court.” I looked at him. “You brought a stranger to change my locks. You tried to walk off with my house. Tell me again what family is supposed to look like.”
