One month before the court date, Trent Barlow was arrested in Nevada for investment fraud. Facing fifteen years in federal prison, he was looking for a deal.
He flipped on Karen faster than a pancake.
His written statement was twelve pages long. He detailed the planning sessions. He admitted to providing the bottles. He confirmed the motive: access to my trust fund.
His final line in the deposition haunted me: “Karen said her sister was a nobody who wouldn’t fight back.”
March 2012. Family Court.
I walked in holding Grandma Dorothy’s hand. I felt small, but I wasn’t alone. Gloria was there in the gallery. Leonard Vance stood tall beside us.
Karen sat with a public defender she had met an hour ago. She looked pale. The smirk was gone. She looked like a trapped animal.
My father sat alone in the back row. Jolene hadn’t come.
The prosecutor was merciless. She displayed the ATM photo.
“Ms. Walls, is this you withdrawing the money you later accused your sister of stealing?”
“I was… getting groceries,” Karen stammered.
