“No.”
“Did you call TechVision?”
“No.”
“Did you call the number on the verification letter?”
“No.”
“Did you reach fraud operations?”
“They didn’t answer.”
“How long did you wait before calling police?”
Bradley did not know.
Priya did.
The phone logs would later show one attempted internal call lasting twenty-seven seconds.
Victoria continued.
“Did the system identify the account as fraudulent?”
“No.”
“Did Jamal threaten anyone?”
“No.”
“Attempt to flee?”
“No.”
“Present a card with another person’s name?”
“No.”
“Produce identification inconsistent with the account?”
“No.”
“Then explain what specific fact turned your uncertainty into an accusation of identity theft.”
Bradley looked toward Priya, then Michael.
“He was thirteen years old with $2.4 million.”
Victoria waited.
Bradley’s eyes shifted.
“He did not present like a private-banking customer.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know what it means.”
“No. I want you to say what you mean.”
“He came in alone. Hoodie. Beat-up shoes. Backpack.
No parent. No advisor. Asking for a large cashier’s check.”
Victoria’s voice remained controlled.
“Which of those things is fraud?”
Bradley said nothing.
Michael Chen took notes.
Victoria asked about the first sentence in the video.
Bradley closed his eyes briefly.
“I lost my temper.”
“You had not checked his account when you said it.”
“No.”
“So your first conclusion was made before you knew anything about his money.”
Bradley looked down.
That was the point where the conversation stopped being about a large transaction.