The lawyer broke into a huge smile.
“Fraud,” said Mr. Divine.
“Correct,” came the reply. “And theft of thousands of dollars from the children that he used on whores.”
“So what should we do? Bring this to the custody hearing for the kids or countersue?”
“I love how this woman thanks,” said the lawyer.
“He will not expect this countersuit and it will send him scrambling. After we file the papers, we will need to hit the bank. Someone in there give him access.” Explained the lawyer.
“When we were married. Well separated, I found out he was sleeping with this girl in the bank and used her to block my access to our joint account information.”
“He did this before. I love it,” said the lawyer with a laugh. “I think it is time for him to learn a lesson with a punishment to fit the crime.”
So on our dining room table, over wine and laughter, a plan and papers were drafted. As soon as we got proof they were filed we would be hitting the bank.
Things went smoothly and with the papers in hand and lawyer next to us, we hit the bank.
“We are here to see the manager,” said our lawyer.
“May I ask who is it an what it is about?”
“The lawyer handed over his business card and said in a loud voice. “It is about fraud and theft of monies from two accounts in this bank.”
The words drifted downstairs and a murmur could be heard. The time we turned up at the bank had been chosen with purpose. The place was busy. It worked. The secretary scrambled up.
“One moment.” She raced into her boss’s office and in less than two seconds the manager was in front of us.
“Good morning. Can I help you?” said the man.
Our lawyer handed over the papers and he took them. The man took out his glasses and started to read. “Charline, hold all my calls,” he instructed and urged us to follow him.
“This is a serious allegation,” said the man. “Can I see your proof?”
“It’s in your files. Only two or three people can give permission for him to have access to these accounts. The minors who they belong to don’t speak to him. The grandmother who opened the accounts and we know she didn’t do it. She hates the man, always did. Then the mother who is here and sure as hell didn’t give him permission.”
“That is my children’s nest egg. Why are withdrawals being made? Nothing is supposed to be withdrawn until they are twenty-one or twenty-five,” Said Lindsay arms folded.
“Get your files,” urged the lawyer.