The account had been opened seven months after Dad\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n
A small line of credit.<\/p>\n
Ten thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Not enough to attract attention in a story already crowded with much larger numbers.<\/p>\n
But the fact of it made me angrier than almost anything else.<\/p>\n
Dad had been dead.<\/p>\n
His ashes sat in a brass urn Mom kept on the bookcase for nearly a year before scattering them at Lake Erie.<\/p>\n
During that same period, someone had used his identity to borrow money.<\/p>\n
I called Rachel before speaking to Mom again.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me exactly what we know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA lender received an online application under Robert Keller\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven months after he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow was that possible?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOld identifying information. Credit files don\u2019t instantly vanish after death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they verify employment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was listed as retired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIncome?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPension and household assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat address?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmail?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s where it becomes useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe account email overlaps with another address recovered from Brent\u2019s business laptop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo it was him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt strongly points that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStrongly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going to overstate evidence before investigators finish.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood and began pacing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to the money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDisbursed to a checking account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cB.K. Ventures didn\u2019t exist yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA personal account associated with Brent.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped walking.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are we still saying strongly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause lawyers are irritating.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite myself, I laughed once.<\/p>\n
It vanished quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mom know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo indication.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould she have?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
Mom sounded horrified.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Brent ever ask for Dad\u2019s Social Security number?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t need to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father kept everything in the desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Tax returns.<\/p>\n
Insurance papers.<\/p>\n
Social Security correspondence.<\/p>\n
Old banking statements.<\/p>\n
Brent had lived in the house.<\/p>\n
Access required no hacking.<\/p>\n
Only opening a drawer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone report Dad\u2019s death to the credit bureaus?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid the estate attorney?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought someone would.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence had defined too much of what happened after Dad died.<\/p>\n
I thought someone would.<\/p>\n
Someone else would handle it.<\/p>\n
Someone else would notice.<\/p>\n
Someone else would stop Brent before the next line moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, what did Brent do with ten thousand dollars around that time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThink.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe bought a car.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat car?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe black BMW.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered it.<\/p>\n
Used.<\/p>\n
Three years old.<\/p>\n
Brent had arrived one afternoon looking absurdly proud.<\/p>\n
He said he had received a signing bonus from a temporary consulting job.<\/p>\n
The job lasted less than two months.<\/p>\n
The car lasted nearly a year before disappearing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to that BMW?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he sold it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assume.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop assuming.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom flinched.<\/p>\n
Even through video, I saw it.<\/p>\n
I softened my tone.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
We found the vehicle record within days.<\/p>\n
Brent had purchased it less than two weeks after the credit line in Dad\u2019s name funded.<\/p>\n
The down payment was almost identical to the amount borrowed.<\/p>\n
The lender financed the rest.<\/p>\n
Later, when Brent stopped making payments, the car was repossessed.<\/p>\n
He had not sold it.<\/p>\n
Another lie.<\/p>\n
Not life-changing by itself.<\/p>\n
But devastating in sequence.<\/p>\n
Mom remembered defending him when relatives questioned the car.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe needs something reliable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe finally got a break.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father would be proud he\u2019s trying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s stolen identity had financed the symbol Mom used to prove Brent was succeeding.<\/p>\n
When she realized that, she cried for nearly an hour.<\/p>\n
I stayed with her.<\/p>\n
Not because I could fix it.<\/p>\n
Because some grief required a witness rather than a solution.<\/p>\n
Aunt Carol learned about Dad\u2019s account through Diane.<\/p>\n
She called Mom afterward.<\/p>\n
Their conversation lasted forty minutes.<\/p>\n
This time, Carol did not yell.<\/p>\n
That worried Mom more.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe she\u2019s tired too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said Brent used Robert after Robert couldn\u2019t defend himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s hard to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s true.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Mom looked toward Dad\u2019s photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cI keep thinking about him asking me if the mail came.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDuring his last months.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was too weak to go outside sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrent used to bring it in.\u201d<\/p>\n
A small thing.<\/p>\n
Ordinary.<\/p>\n
A son carrying mail inside for his sick father.<\/p>\n
Now every memory had shadows.<\/p>\n
Had he noticed account numbers then?<\/p>\n
Documents?<\/p>\n
Passwords?<\/p>\n
Or had none of this started yet?<\/p>\n
We did not know.<\/p>\n
That uncertainty tortured Mom.<\/p>\n
I refused to let it rewrite everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know he was planning anything while Dad was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut what if he was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we\u2019ll deal with what evidence shows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like Rachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOccupational hazard.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
The investigators reconstructed more.<\/p>\n
The account in Dad\u2019s name had gone delinquent.<\/p>\n
Collection notices arrived at the house.<\/p>\n
Why had Mom never seen them?<\/p>\n
The mailing address had been changed two months after opening.<\/p>\n
A rented mailbox across town.<\/p>\n
Brent had controlled it.<\/p>\n
The account eventually charged off.<\/p>\n
By then, Dad\u2019s death was recorded in enough databases that collection stopped.<\/p>\n
The lender absorbed the loss.<\/p>\n
Nobody in the family knew.<\/p>\n
That success may have taught Brent something dangerous.<\/p>\n
Identity fraud could work.<\/p>\n
Not forever.<\/p>\n
Not perfectly.<\/p>\n
But long enough.<\/p>\n
The timeline changed how Rachel interpreted later events.<\/p>\n
\u201cEarly success matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf someone commits fraud and encounters no immediate consequence, the perceived risk drops.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo he got bolder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was that lawyer word again.<\/p>\n
Possibly.<\/p>\n
But the pattern made sense.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s small credit line.<\/p>\n
Uncle Peter\u2019s utility account.<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s attempted financing.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s cards.<\/p>\n
My commercial-support documents.<\/p>\n
Each step larger.<\/p>\n
Each requiring greater confidence.<\/p>\n
Brent\u2019s scheme had not exploded from nowhere.<\/p>\n
It had grown.<\/p>\n
One rationalization at a time.<\/p>\n
I asked Rachel whether there was any chance Brent genuinely believed family assets were shared.<\/p>\n
She paused before answering.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople can believe convenient things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like no.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt sounds like motive and self-justification can coexist.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
Brent may have told himself that he would repay everything.<\/p>\n
That Dad would have wanted to help.<\/p>\n
That Mom\u2019s house would eventually benefit.<\/p>\n
That I made enough money not to feel the loss.<\/p>\n
That Carol\u2019s pension was safe.<\/p>\n
That family meant shared resources.<\/p>\n
Every fraud could be narrated as temporary if you intended to fix it later.<\/p>\n
That did not make it less fraudulent.<\/p>\n
The investigators asked me for access to years of messages with Brent.<\/p>\n
I exported them.<\/p>\n
Hundreds.<\/p>\n
Most boring.<\/p>\n
Birthday plans.<\/p>\n
Family dinners.<\/p>\n
Questions about Mom.<\/p>\n
Football jokes.<\/p>\n
Requests.<\/p>\n
So many requests.<\/p>\n
Can you cover this?<\/p>\n
Can you send Mom an extra five hundred?<\/p>\n
Car issue.<\/p>\n
Insurance thing.<\/p>\n
Furnace.<\/p>\n
Groceries.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten how constant it was.<\/p>\n
Then I found a message from eight months after Dad died.<\/p>\n
Brent:<\/p>\n
Hey, do you still have Dad\u2019s old tax folder anywhere?<\/p>\n
Me:<\/p>\n
No, Mom should have it.<\/p>\n
Brent:<\/p>\n
Need it for estate stuff.<\/p>\n
Me:<\/p>\n
Ask the lawyer.<\/p>\n
Brent:<\/p>\n
Already handled.<\/p>\n
At the time, I had thought nothing of it.<\/p>\n
Now I stared at the date.<\/p>\n
Two weeks before the credit line in Dad\u2019s name opened.<\/p>\n
I forwarded the exchange to Rachel.<\/p>\n
She responded:<\/p>\n
Important. Preserve original export.<\/p>\n
Mom cried when I showed her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was looking for Dad\u2019s records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNaomi.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what it looks like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop protecting him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re saying maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m being careful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We both smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
Roles had shifted.<\/p>\n
Mom was no longer asking me to soften reality.<\/p>\n
She was afraid I might.<\/p>\n
The following month, prosecutors formally entered the picture.<\/p>\n
Rachel explained that multiple overlapping offenses created jurisdictional questions.<\/p>\n
State.<\/p>\n
Federal.<\/p>\n
Commercial lenders.<\/p>\n
Identity information.<\/p>\n
Electronic communications.<\/p>\n
I understood almost none of the procedural details.<\/p>\n
What I understood was simpler.<\/p>\n
This was no longer just a civil dispute.<\/p>\n
No longer a family argument with legal paperwork around it.<\/p>\n
Brent could face criminal charges.<\/p>\n
Mom understood too.<\/p>\n
For three days, she barely slept.<\/p>\n
She called me late one night.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould it make any difference if I asked them not to prosecute?\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you thinking about doing that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel said charging isn\u2019t your decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut cooperation matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
She stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want him in prison.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The fear beneath everything.<\/p>\n
Not house.<\/p>\n
Not money.<\/p>\n
Prison.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want that either.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think I hate him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t trust him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he\u2019s still my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t thank me for that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed to hear it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
Accountability had felt to her like exile.<\/p>\n
If Brent faced consequences, she feared love had to disappear too.<\/p>\n
It did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can love him and still tell the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo can you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
A week later, Aunt Carol discovered something almost absurdly mundane.<\/p>\n
A store credit card she had opened twenty years earlier and forgotten.<\/p>\n
No balance.<\/p>\n
No fraud.<\/p>\n
The relief made all of us laugh.<\/p>\n
For fifteen minutes, we talked about old department stores and the ridiculous interest rates on store cards.<\/p>\n
It felt good.<\/p>\n
Normality had become precious.<\/p>\n
Then Rachel emailed.<\/p>\n
A grand jury subpoena had been issued for records associated with B.K. Ventures.<\/p>\n
I called her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that mean charges?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means the investigation is serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen will we know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t predict.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated that answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat should Mom do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLive her life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds suspiciously philosophical for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean it practically. She has counsel. Evidence is preserved. Her finances are separated. The house is sold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo stop waiting for the next disaster.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told Mom.<\/p>\n
She resisted at first.<\/p>\n
Then she bought the condominium.<\/p>\n
Small.<\/p>\n
Two bedrooms.<\/p>\n
A balcony overlooking a stand of maple trees.<\/p>\n
No basement.<\/p>\n
She emphasized that repeatedly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo basement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo place for anybody to hide forty boxes of electronics.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven better.\u201d<\/p>\n
She used part of the remaining house proceeds for the down payment.<\/p>\n
The monthly cost fit her pension.<\/p>\n
No help from me.<\/p>\n
The first month after closing, she sent me a photograph of her bank statement.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat am I looking at?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mortgage payment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want me to check it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why send it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI paid it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith my money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just wanted to say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
For the first time since Dad died, she was living in a home whose costs matched her life.<\/p>\n
Not Dad\u2019s old income.<\/p>\n
Not my transfers.<\/p>\n
Not Brent\u2019s fantasies.<\/p>\n
Hers.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m proud of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sixty-seven. Don\u2019t make me sound twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I\u2019m pleased for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two days later, Brent\u2019s attorney contacted Diane.<\/p>\n
Brent wanted to speak with Mom.<\/p>\n
Not about money.<\/p>\n
Not through legal filings.<\/p>\n
Personally.<\/p>\n
Diane advised caution.<\/p>\n
Mom asked me what I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to hear his voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer frightened me.<\/p>\n
But it was honest.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen set boundaries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo changing statements.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo promises.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he blames you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll listen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t fix it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call was arranged.<\/p>\n
Diane stayed nearby but did not participate.<\/p>\n
I was not on it.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
This was Mom\u2019s relationship with her son.<\/p>\n
Not mine to manage.<\/p>\n
She called me afterward.<\/p>\n
Her face looked pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe apologized.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat things got out of control.\u201d<\/p>\n
My jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s passive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he admit forging anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he admit taking Dad\u2019s information?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what did he apologize for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHurting me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he ask for anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he misses Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure he does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe cried.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI cried too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he never meant for any of this to happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Perhaps that was true.<\/p>\n
Few people planned the final disaster from the first lie.<\/p>\n
They planned the next escape.<\/p>\n
The next delay.<\/p>\n
The next rescue.<\/p>\n
Until consequences became larger than intention.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat intention doesn\u2019t change what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked back at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe got angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he stayed on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something had changed there too.<\/p>\n
Maybe Brent was beginning to discover that anger no longer ended conversations on his terms.<\/p>\n
Mom wiped her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore we hung up, he asked one question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked if you would ever speak to him again.\u201d<\/p>\n
I went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the right answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKnow?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
For months, I had been focused on accounts, signatures, evidence, debt.<\/p>\n
The possibility of speaking to Brent as my brother rather than as a threat had seemed distant.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom nodded.<\/p>\n
Then my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
Rachel.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
Her first sentence changed the shape of everything again.<\/p>\n
\u201cNaomi, charges were filed this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
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