Megan’s smile vanished. “We sold our lease because you said this was settled.”
Ryan turned sharply toward her. “It is settled.”
I raised my phone. “Then explain why you texted three movers that the owner was unstable and had agreed to leave by morning.”
The officer looked directly at Ryan.
His face turned red.
Then my attorney, Marisol Grant, stepped out of the sheriff’s vehicle. She had always enjoyed arriving exactly on time for a disaster.
“Mr. Bennett,” she said to my father, “Claire has filed a report for attempted unlawful entry, harassment, and suspected document fraud.”
Dad gave a dismissive laugh. “Document fraud?”
Marisol opened the folder in her hands. “The rental agreement your son emailed to the moving company lists you as landlord. You signed it.”