Motive

Whether she knew it or not, Taylor had a reason for everything.  A single motive she based her entire life on.  She would deny, deny, deny she was a gold digger until the day she died.  She claimed she “worked” at the only bank in town because she loved the thrill of helping the “people of our small town.”  

I was sure she was embezzling money from the bank.  There was no way she could afford the house, the car and the trips on her teller salary.  And if she wasn’t embezzling money from the blue-collar workers from our small town, I didn’t know where it was coming from.  As the cost of her purchases increased, I became invested.  I knew she wouldn’t answer me honestly if I asked so I decided to start an investigation of my own. 

Her on-again off-again fiancée was the lone sheriff of the county so I knew I couldn’t trust him.  Not that I was fond of him either way. The first thing I did was to open a checking account under my grandmother’s name (with her permission and my money) just to see what happened.  For all Taylor knew, my grandmother was old and senile and didn’t have any idea of what had been going on from day to day. 

Two weeks later, my grandmother’s money was entirely gone, and Taylor and I were both in jail. My payback was almost complete.