I had approached Detective Harris after discovering a series of suspiciously altered documents in my grandparents’ estate. It turned out I was right to worry. Over the past year, Harris had unraveled a knot of deception that my family had spun, revealing a trail of fraudulent activities stretching back decades. The debts that Julia and my mother claimed were nothing more than fabrications, supported by falsified documents they had concocted to seize my inheritance.

As Detective Harris approached, my family’s expressions shifted from triumph to disbelief. Julia’s face turned ashen, and my mother’s composure cracked. The man with the briefcase, their so-called “real” lawyer, suddenly looked uneasy, shuffling through the papers in his hands as if searching for reassurance.“Good morning, everyone,” Detective Harris greeted in a firm, authoritative voice. “I suggest we all step inside for a discussion.”