“They wanted me to think I was losing my mind,” she said.
The method was cruel, patient, and calculated.
I had prosecuted people who used the same tactics on vulnerable adults. Isolation came first. Then confusion. Then dependency. By the time the victim realized what was happening, every outsider had already been convinced that the victim could not be trusted.
“Did they take you to a lawyer?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Julian said we were updating my estate plan. The lawyer asked me questions, but Chloe kept squeezing my shoulder whenever I answered incorrectly.”
“Do you remember the lawyer’s name?”
“Mr. Porter. His office was above a pharmacy.”
My pulse quickened.
“Martin Porter?”
“Yes.”
