Chapter 13 - The Offshore Trail
The static-heavy crackle of the bailiff’s radio filled the silent living room, cutting through the shock of the newly discovered offshore documents like a physical alarm.
“Unit four, do you copy?” a dispatcher’s voice echoed sharply from the device.
The bailiff tapped the shoulder mic on his uniform. “Go ahead, dispatch. I’m currently clearing the Maple Street property.”
“Be advised, we’ve just received an urgent wire-intercept flag from the federal banking commission regarding an outgoing international transfer originating from a local routing number tied to Helen Vance,” the dispatcher reported rapidly. “The transfer was just flagged for immediate asset forfeiture. Destination is a Cayman Islands account under Pendelton Legacy Holdings.”
Marcus stepped forward, his eyes widening in sharp realization. “They’re trying to move the remaining capital right now. Even from custody, she has an accomplice working the wire.”
Drew stared at her uncle, a cold shiver running down her spine. “An accomplice? Who could possibly help her move offshore money while she’s sitting in a holding cell?”
Tyler’s face went completely pale, his hands trembling so violently he nearly dropped the framed childhood photograph he was still holding. He took a sudden, panicked step backward.
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