Helen got the certified custody records from the county jail. They showed, in black and white, with
official seals, that I had been in Pod C, bunk 14, all day on March 14, 2022. No court transport. No attorney visits. No notary visits. No visitors at all.
I couldn’t have been at any meeting.
And when investigators looked at how those meeting minutes got into Buckeye’s corporate records, they found more problems. The “witness” listed on the minutes was a Buckeye employee who had
already quit the company two months earlier. The document had been created on a computer in Monica’s office. The signatures on every page were almost exactly the same, down to the tiniest loop, like they’d been traced.
Real signatures are never exactly the same.
For the first time, it wasn’t just my word against my sister’s. It wasn’t a family fight anymore.
