Slippery was an understatement. He’d stolen from a woman that neither my sisters nor I could get anything past growing up. Old didn’t mean senile.I would have to find this guy first. Make him realize his mistake without fear of red tape or the jurisdictional tug of war. And I’d find him before the cops finished typing up their evening reports.
“They gave you his photo; that’s something,” I said, standing. “What about the money he took? Will they get any of it back?”
The detective let out a lengthy, agitatedbreath. “If there’s any left once he’s caught and convicted. The judge might order restitution.”
“Hard to pay restitution if you’re locked up.” Or in a watery grave.
“I need to get your statement,”the detective prodded.
“I’ll be right back, Grams.” I stepped out into the hallway as my Grams gave her statement. The nurses around the corner were talking. Their conversation carried in the quiet corridors.
“Twenty-three.”
I slid closer to the corner and out of sight to eavesdrop.
“You’re kidding,”another one gasped.
“I wish I was. He scammed twenty-three of our residents, and not once did he sign in as a visitor,” one whispered.
“Someone will be fired,”the first one whispered back.
“Probably more than one person.Some of our residents don’t even have any family members that come to visit them. They won’t have anywhere to go.”
I lowered my head and rubbed my clenched heart. Anger thrummed in my veins. My grandmother liked these people, the residents and the nurses. Some might say she liked them more than me and my sisters.
“If they can’t pay their bill, management will have no choice but to evict them.”
I shook my head. “Not on my watch.”
