PART 3 — The Appointment Book
Patrice didn't waste a minute.
"Carol," she said, eyes still on Dale, "the book."
I reached under my station and pulled out my appointment book — the one with eleven weeks of Ashley's Thursdays written in the back. Dates. Times. Dollar amounts. The boat account. The debt transfer plan. The forgery admission. All in my handwriting, all dated.
Dale lunged for it.
He didn't get three steps. Patrice's phone kept recording, and I held the book high, and Dale froze — because even he understood what grabbing evidence on camera would look like.
"That's private!" he sputtered.
"It's a contemporaneous record," Patrice said smoothly. "Kept in the ordinary course of business. Admissible. And Dale —" she tilted her head — "did you know that in Georgia, forging a spouse's signature on loan documents is a felony? Not a divorce issue. A *criminal* one."
Ashley's voice was shaking. "Dale… is that true? Were you going to— the debt—"
"Ashley, baby, don't listen to—"
"Don't 'baby' me!" She was crying now, mascara running. "You told me she was fine with it! You told me the divorce was clean! You told me—" She turned to me, desperate. "Miss C — Carol — I didn't know. I swear I didn't know he was going to—"
I looked at this girl. Twenty-something. A condo bought "through the business." A ring photo. A man who'd just told her to shut up in front of witnesses.
"You didn't know," I said quietly. "I believe you."
It was true. She was a fool, not a criminal. There's a difference, and twenty-six years of marriage had taught me how to see it.
Patrice was already on her phone. "I'm calling the district attorney's office," she told Dale conversationally. "You might want to call a lawyer. A criminal one, not the divorce kind. Though you'll need one of those too."
Dale looked at the folder on my counter. At his wife. At his girlfriend. At the attorney.
Then he did what he'd always done when cornered.
He ran.
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