Chapter 5 - Calling The Federal Task Force
I sat in Kenneth’s leather swivel chair, pulling my phone from my suit jacket as the clock on the wall clicked over to 4:15 a.m.
I didn't call our local corporate attorneys; I dialed the direct private line of Special Agent Sarah Brooks at the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
“Sabrina?” Agent Brooks answered on the second ring, her voice immediately alert. “It’s four in the morning. Did something happen with Kenneth?”
“I have the full offshore ledger, Sarah,” I stated, my voice completely devoid of emotion. “Fourteen million in wire fraud, corporate espionage, and tax evasion.”
“I also have the trade secret files he was preparing to transmit to Chicago at noon today.”
There was a three-second silence on the line before Agent Brooks let out a long, low whistle of genuine professional awe.
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“Where is Kenneth right now, Sabrina?” she asked, the sound of her keyboard clicking rapidly in the background.
“He’s currently coming out of emergency reconstructive surgery at St. Anthony’s Hospital,” I replied calmly. “He won't be traveling anywhere for a while.”
