Eva's Gone

Eva, the person most scammed and stunned by you -- and her dead husband-- is gone.

Back to Miami to start a new life.  Again.  It took her only six months to pack up -- but it seemed like an eternity both for her and for me.  I endured her daily phone call of acid, wrath, hate, misery, complaints.  I was the only person she knew in town, the only person who knew the dirty details of what happened to her.  The only person she could talk to.

A year ago, her husband was alive and they had just moved into the colonial that she had renovated to perfection.  Now, he's dead, her bank accounts have been pillaged and ravaged by you,  plus lots of cash and property stolen.  You emptied her house of anything you wanted or could use to raise cash.  Expensive power tools mainly.  Tommy, you sat at her computer, rifled through her desk, threw out files, erased things on her computer.  Evidence.

On Stan's deathbed, he gave you the user ID's and passwords to his secret bank accounts, and you stripped them before Eva could ever find out they existed.  But she did find out.

She also found out the husband she had been married to for 28 years was:  vile.  A vile man, is how a niece described him to Eva when she learned of his death.  A bigger scammer than you, ha ha.

The prostitutes, the sexual addiction, the money laundering and manipulation as a Goodyear auditor.  Who better than a corporate auditor to learn how to steal money, cook the books, squirrel cash away to fuel his sex addiction.  $1000 a night Chinese prostitutes.  Phone sex at $X a minute.  Lies, lies, lies about everything.

No wonder Eva was strange after he died.  She was not the usual grieving widow.  Sure, she was in shock, but there were no tears, no mourning.  Just huge anger boiling up and she didn't know why.  In six months as she unraveled his life, she found out everything.  That her entire marriage to his man had been a sham.  That he had used her for a housekeeper and a cosigner of his precious tax returns, as a specter of respectability to hide behind while he indulged in his appetites.

The only thing he said to her on his deathbed was a vague, "I was too selfish."  And then he asked for Tommy to come in, and handed over all the secret bank information.  At the end, Stan didn't want Eva to know of his double life.  He asked Tommy to disappear the books and get the funds deposited into Eva's account, never thinking Tommy would keep it all for himself.

A scammer being scammed by scammers.

Poor Eva was scammed from all sides.  But now she's gone to start her new life.  And I am left here alone, digging myself out of the emotional rubble.