My Mother-In-Law Stole My Life Insurance Policy, So I Faked My Death To Expose Her Fraud

The adrenaline from the park carried me all the way to the commercial district. Gary’s office was a strip-mall storefront with a glass door and a flimsy lock.

I used a rock wrapped in my scarf. Crack. The sound was deafening in the silence, but the glass held together just enough for me to push it in. Breaking and Entering. If I was caught, I'd need a Criminal Defense Attorney I couldn't afford. But I was already a ghost.

Inside, the air was stale. I clicked on a small flashlight, sweeping the room. Filing cabinets lined the back wall.

I rifled through the drawers, my fingers trembling. Vance. Vance. Vance.

There.

I pulled the folder. The signature on the life insurance policy was a laughable forgery. But I needed more. I moved to his computer on the desk. Password? He was a gambler. I tried LUCKY777.

Access Denied.

I tried POKERFACE.

Access Granted.

I scanned his emails frantically. Data Recovery wasn't my specialty, but his "Sent" folder was a goldmine.

To: BarbaraVance@vanceestate.com Subject: The Coroner Problem Body: The ME is asking questions about the timeline. We need to grease the wheels before he files the report.

I snapped a photo of the screen.

Suddenly, a piercing screech filled the room. Red lights flashed overhead. I froze. The silent alarm must have been on a delay.

Within seconds, the wail of police sirens cut through the night, getting louder fast.