Officer Brennan looked at the screen again. The transfer had gone from my account to Dad’s account. Two dollars. The memo read: “For the family contribution.” There was no withdrawal from him, no access to his banking credentials, and no missing $7,600. Dad had apparently told police I had “moved money around” after our argument and let them assume the rest. When Brennan asked him to identify the unauthorized transaction, Dad suddenly became much less certain.
Then I showed the officers the messages. The insults. The visit to the naval installation. The incident report from base security. Finally, I handed Brennan a photograph of the letter addressed to my rank and workplace. His expression changed immediately. I explained that my attorney was already preparing a restraining-order petition and that everything Dad had done since the wedding had been documented.
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