Carol filed a motion for a new trial in federal court in the Southern District of Ohio. Based on newly discovered evidence. The IP logs. The Keystone signature card. The forged deed. Monica’s text to Opal. Wayne Coburn’s folder.
She also sent a copy of everything to the United States Attorney’s Office in Columbus.
An assistant U.S. attorney named Daniel Okafor read it in one afternoon.
He called Carol the next morning.
“I prosecuted this case,” he said. “Four years ago. I put Rebecca Hale in prison.” He was quiet for a moment. “If what you’ve sent me is real, I put the wrong person in prison. And I want to fix it.”
The FBI reopened the investigation.
It moved faster the second time. When you know where to look, the trail is easy to follow.
Agents executed search warrants at Monica’s condo on Riverside Drive and at Mallory Medical Partners in Hilliard on the same morning in August.
At Monica’s condo, they found a laptop with a folder on the desktop labeled “Becca.” Inside were scanned copies of my signature. Dozens of them. Practiced. Traced. Copied from old contracts.
They found my father’s gold Hamilton watch on Monica’s nightstand.
And they found Trevor Mallory in Monica’s bed.
Trevor was arrested in his boxer shorts. Monica was arrested in her bathrobe.
The notary, Douglas Pike, turned out to be Trevor’s college roommate. He told the FBI that Trevor brought him the deed already signed and paid him $500 to stamp it without seeing me. He cooperated immediately. He lost his notary commission and pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor.
Monica cracked first.
She was facing federal charges for wire fraud, aggravated identity theft and perjury. Aggravated identity theft alone carries a mandatory two years, on top of everything else.
Her lawyer called Daniel Okafor and asked about a deal.
In exchange for a reduced sentence, Monica agreed to testify against Trevor.
And she told them everything.
She told them the whole thing was Trevor’s idea. That he’d been draining the company for two years before Loretta got sick. That when Loretta was dying and I was at the hospital every night, Trevor said, “This is our chance. She’s distracted. She’ll never notice.”
She told them Trevor wrote the emails with my name on them. She told them Trevor coached her on exactly what to say to the FBI the first time around.
And she told them that Trevor said, the night the jury came back guilty, “Five years. She’ll be out in four. By then we’ll have everything.”
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