Chapter 13 - THE LAST DOCUMENT HE COULDN’T TALK AROUND
After the confrontation, everything tightened.
Marcy prepared the civil side.
The detective prepared the criminal referral.
Jane and I organized records: my photographs from 5:21, the 911 call log, hospital records, Megan’s emails, the projected payout spreadsheet, Harbor Point formation papers, county zoning materials, and the title company correspondence.
We did not need a miracle.
We needed a clean chain.
The final piece came from the notary who had originally been scheduled to come to our house that Friday.
Under questioning, she produced text messages from Jessica arranging the appointment and one follow-up sent after she had already left the driveway.
Mrs. Pruitt is resisting. We may need you to wait nearby in case her son convinces her.
Mrs. Pruitt was Jane.
The message mattered for two reasons. It showed they knew Jane had not consented. And it showed they expected Dylan—the very person they later called neutral—to apply pressure after the notary had left.
That made formal exposure possible.
The prosecutor’s office requested a meeting.
The detective was careful not to promise outcomes, but he believed there was sufficient evidence to consider charges tied to attempted obtaining of property by false pretenses, forgery-related conduct, and misdemeanor assault.
Dylan, Kyle, and Jessica were each offered the chance to make voluntary statements before charging decisions.
Megan, because she had cooperated early and provided evidence, was treated differently.
We went home from that meeting exhausted.
Jane sat in the den with the file on her lap and said, “He still has one chance left.”
“To do what?”
“To tell the truth before strangers force it out of him.”
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She wasn’t asking for mercy.
She was asking for the smallest proof that our son remembered he had once been raised to hate this kind of thing.
