“How long will the freeze last?” I asked.
“Until we resolve this in court, which could be months. But here’s the best part. The judge was so appalled by the evidence of fraud that she’s also ordered Richard to appear for a deposition next week. He’s going to have to answer questions under oath about how he acquired his assets.”
That night, Blaine and I celebrated with takeout Chinese food and cheap wine in our tiny room. It wasn’t much of a victory yet. We were still broke, still living dayto-day in a boarding house, still rebuilding our lives from nothing.
But for the first time since this ordeal began, Richard was the one who was powerless.
“What do you think he’s doing right now?” I asked, imagining Richard discovering that his bank cards had stopped working.
“Panicking,” Blaine said with satisfaction. “He’s built his entire adult life on money he stole from us. Without access to those funds, he’s got nothing.”
