The Gate Knew My Name Before She Did

The black Mercedes rolled toward the front gate with the confidence of someone who had never been told no.

Behind it, a moving truck lumbered up the coastal road.

On my security monitor, Eleanor Drexler sat in the passenger seat wearing oversized sunglasses and a cream-colored blazer, already pointing toward the house as if she were giving instructions.

The fraud …

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