My daughter called me from her wedding suite while I was lying in a hospital bed, still bl:eeding from the ac:cident. “Don’t come tomorrow, Dad. Your house and car are sold. Goodbye.”
“Victor’s cousin. Shell company created three weeks ago. The dealership transferring your car belongs to another family member. And your bank flagged a suspicious withdrawal attempt overnight.”
“Good,” I said softly. “Let them think it worked.”
