The DA's Office
Chapter 10 - The DA's Office
The financial crimes unit occupied the fourth floor of a county building that smelled of copier heat and old coffee.
Jennifer and Melissa sat beside each other in molded plastic chairs.
Grace held the evidence binder.
Priya carried a second box.
An investigator named Daniel Ruiz met them at the security door.
He wore rolled sleeves and read every page before asking a personal question.
“Start with the marriage license.”
Jennifer explained the ceremony, the unresolved divorce, and David’s sworn declaration.
Ruiz looked at Melissa.
“You were still legally married to him.”
“Yes.”
“Did you know about the ceremony?”
“Not until the rehearsal photos.”
“Did he tell you it was symbolic?”
“Yes.”
Jennifer watched Ruiz write that down.
He asked for the exact wording.
Melissa repeated it.
Ruiz turned to Jennifer.
“Did you know the ceremony was not legally valid?”
“No.”
“Did David tell you his divorce was final?”
“Yes.”
“Any written proof?”
Jennifer handed over messages.
Divorce finally done. We’re free.
The text had been sent six weeks before the wedding.
Ruiz read it twice.
“That is useful.”
Grace opened the financial section.
They walked through the transfers.
Melissa’s marital funds.
Jennifer’s wedding contributions.
The concealed condo sale.
The undisclosed account.
Ruiz asked no dramatic questions.
He asked dates.
Passwords.
Who controlled which device.
Whether David had access to Melissa’s investment login after moving out.
Whether Jennifer had received any reimbursement.
At noon, another investigator brought sandwiches.
Melissa declined hers.
Jennifer ate half without tasting it.
Ruiz returned with an older file.
“Do either of you know Lauren Pierce?”
Jennifer looked at Melissa.
“Former girlfriend.”
Melissa nodded.
Ruiz opened the file.
“Seven years ago, Ms. Pierce made a civil complaint involving property expenses and a joint lease.”
Grace leaned forward.
“What kind of complaint?”
“She alleged David moved into a new relationship while continuing to use their shared account and leaving her responsible for a lease.”
Melissa stared.
“Was he married to her?”
“No.”
“What happened?”
“Settled privately.”
Jennifer looked at the file number.
“Who was the next partner?”
Ruiz checked.
“Melissa.”
The room changed.
Not because the earlier conduct matched exactly.
It did not.
No wedding.
No undissolved marriage.
But the shape was familiar.
David began something new, delayed the ending, moved money, and framed the previous woman as unstable when she objected.
Ruiz placed a printed email on the table.
Lauren had written:
He says he never promised to pay, but he kept using the apartment after moving in with someone else.
Melissa looked at Jennifer.
“He told me she stalked him.”
“He told me she threatened his business.”
Ruiz nodded.
“Pattern evidence has limits. We do not use an old dispute simply to call someone a bad person.”
Grace said, “But it may rebut a claim that this was accidental.”
“Correct.”
Jennifer twisted the ring.
David’s defense had been emotional confusion.
One impossible season.
A single lapse.
The earlier file made that explanation smaller.
Ruiz continued.
“We will contact Ms. Pierce independently. Do not reach out yourselves.”
Jennifer nodded.
Melissa asked, “What happens now?”
“We subpoena accounts, review license filings, and refer the marital-status issue to the appropriate prosecutor.”
“Will he be arrested?”
“Not today.”
Melissa looked disappointed.
Jennifer did not.
She wanted the case built cleanly.
No dramatic hallway scene David could turn into persecution.
Ruiz closed the first binder.
“You both need to preserve every message. No deleting, no editing, no social media discussion.”
Melissa looked down.
“I already destroyed the wedding.”
“That is property damage.”
Ruiz’s expression stayed neutral.
“The hotel filed a report. Separate issue.”
Jennifer looked at her.
Melissa’s cheeks colored.
“I’ll pay restitution.”
Ruiz wrote that down too.
Consequences did not disappear because they complicated the alliance.
That mattered.
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Outside the county building, wind pushed paper cups along the sidewalk.
Jennifer and Melissa stood beside Grace while Priya called for the car.
Melissa wrapped her coat tighter.
“Do you think Lauren will talk?”
“I would,” Jennifer said.
Melissa looked toward the courthouse.
“I used to think I was the exception.”
“So did I.”
Grace adjusted the evidence bag under her arm.
“Most people do when someone tells them every previous woman was the problem.”
Jennifer touched the ring.
She remembered David describing Lauren with a sad smile.
Too intense.
Too bitter.
Unable to let go.
Then Melissa.
Volatile.
Controlling.
Unable to accept the marriage was over.
Jennifer wondered what story he had already begun telling about her.
Cold.
Litigious.
Led astray by an angry ex-wife.
Priya pulled up in her car.
Before Jennifer got in, Ruiz called from the building entrance.
“Ms. Wells.”
She turned.
He held up the earlier file.
“Lauren Pierce agreed to an interview.”
“How?”
“We had current contact information.”
“And?”
Ruiz looked at the notes.
“She kept records.”
Jennifer’s hand closed around the ring.
David’s one-time lapse had happened before.
In the parking garage, Jennifer paused beside Grace’s car.
The concrete carried the sharp smell of exhaust and wet salt. Somewhere below, a horn sounded twice.
“Will pattern evidence make him look worse?” Jennifer asked.
Grace unlocked the door.
“My job isn’t to make him look worse.”
“I know.”
“It’s to show what happened clearly enough that he can’t reduce it to bad timing.”
Jennifer looked at the county building above them.
David had survived for years inside phrases that softened sequence. Misunderstanding. Separation. Transition. Complicated.
The records used less forgiving language.
Dates.
Transfers.
Declarations.
Grace opened the passenger door.
“You’re allowed to want accountability without wanting his destruction.”
Jennifer touched the ring.
“That’s exactly what I want.”
May you like
It surprised her how certain the answer felt.
The pattern was waiting in another woman’s filing cabinet.
