Tyler swallowed nervously. “Fraud?”
Brittany quickly jumped in before anyone else could respond. “This is a misunderstanding because she gave us the card and now she regrets it and wants to make us look like criminals.”
Megan did not argue or raise her voice. She simply placed another sheet on the table listing the same transactions I had already printed along with the locations, times, and ATM identification numbers.
Tyler looked at me again. “Mom, did you ever give her the PIN code?”
“No,” I answered calmly. “Never.”
Brittany laughed awkwardly and waved her hand as if dismissing the concern. “Someone must have guessed it because she writes everything in little notebooks.”
Officer Pierce finally spoke, his voice firm but controlled. He explained that in addition to the charges there had also been an application for store financing submitted under my name at an electronics retailer.
The room went silent.
Tyler looked confused. “Financing?”
Megan pulled out another document and turned it toward us so we could read the form. In the section labeled authorized contact a name appeared clearly.
Brittany Collins.
Below it was her phone number.
The silence grew heavier with every passing second.