Indicted Letitia James Reportedly Housing ‘Fugitive’ Relative In Va. Home

Embattled New York Attorney General Letitia James, who is herself under indictment, is now facing fresh scrutiny after reports surfaced that she has been housing a fugitive relative in her Virginia home for the past five years.

According to the Daily Mail, James’s grandniece, Nakia Thompson, has been living with her three children in the attorney general’s three-bedroom property in Norfolk, Virginia, since 2020.

Court documents reviewed by the outlet show that Thompson is officially listed as an “absconder” and is wanted by authorities in Forsyth County, North Carolina, for violating probation and failing to complete her court-ordered sentence.

“Ms. Thompson was sentenced to probation for misdemeanor convictions for assault and battery and trespassing, and has willfully avoided probation supervision,” Keith Acree from the North Carolina Department of Corrections told the Daily Mail.

An absconder is considered a fugitive. Thompson faces arrest if she is located in North Carolina,” Acree added, noting further that her crimes were considered low-level and thus, “non-extraditable.”Thompson told a grand jury in June that she has been living rent-free in James’s $235,000 Virginia home since the property was purchased, and that she does not contribute to maintenance or basic upkeep, according to a previous report by The New York Times.

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