We sold your empty house and split money. Mom declared at tea the family reunion. You’re never even there.
Dad smirked. Consider it your contribution to the family. I checked my watch as U.S.
Marshals approached with seizure warrants. The text came through at 2 a.m. while I was on assignment in Seattle.
Me: Mom? Finally did something about that house of yours. You’re welcome.
I stared at the message on my phone, lying in the darkness of my hotel room, the house. My house in Alexandria. The three-bedroom colonial I’d bought two years ago.
The property I’d carefully selected because it was 15 minutes from the federal courthouse and 20 minutes from my office at the U.S. Marshal Service headquarters. Me: What do you mean, did something about it?
Mom: Sold it. You were never there anyway. Always traveling for that job of yours.
The money will help your sister with her wedding. I sat up so fast I nearly dropped my phone. Me: You sold my house?
Mom: Don’t be dramatic. We have your power of attorney from when you were overseas. We used it.
The house was just sitting empty. $850,000 cash. Your father and I split it with Rachel for her wedding expenses.
You can thank us at the reunion next week. My hands were shaking. Power of attorney.
From when I was deployed to Afghanistan six years ago before I joined the Marshal Service. A document I’d forgotten to revoke when I returned stateside. Me: Mom, you need to stop the sale immediately.
Mom: It’s done. Closed yesterday. Stop being selfish.
Family: He answered on the third ring, his voice rough with sleep. Mitchell: This is the middle of the night. Sir, we have a problem.
My family just sold my house in Alexandria. There was a pause. Family: Your house?
The safe house? Mitchell: Yes, sir. Family: Jesus Christ.
The one we’ve been using for witness protection. Sir: For the Castellano case. Another pause, longer this time.
Sir: How long ago? Mitchell: They closed yesterday. I just found out.
Sir: Who’s in the house now? Mitchell: According to the protection details last report, Angela Moretti and her two children. They’re scheduled to be there for another three weeks before relocation.
Sir: And your family sold a federal safe house too. Who? Mitchell: I don’t know yet, sir.
Sir: Mitchell, get back to D.C. immediately. I’m activating the emergency response team.
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