When Tim took the stand, his voice trembled with practiced grief.
“He preyed on my mother. He saw a sick woman, and he took advantage of her.”
“She didn’t look like my mother anymore.”
My attorney stood slowly and handed a folder to the judge.
“Your Honor, these are bank records showing weekly $500 transfers from Mr. Tim to my client over a period of several months. We have also submitted text messages confirming that my client was hired to visit Mr. Tim’s mother while pretending to be him.”
For the first time all morning, Tim looked trapped.
Denise turned toward him.
“Mr. Tim, do you deny sending these payments?”
“And when was the last time you visited her yourself?”
Tim stared at the documents for several seconds.
“No.”
