Two financial crimes investigators stepped through the front doors alongside Simon and a uniformed police officer. Tabitha backed up until her spine hit the wooden staircase banister, her fingers tightly gripping the rail.
“This is just a minor family misunderstanding,” she claimed nervously, her voice trembling slightly.
Simon opened a thick brown folder in his hands. “No, it is not, as this officially concerns attempted wire fraud, forged financial authorizations, and criminal conspiracy.”
Robin turned to face her once again. “Forged authorizations?”
