Chapter 9 - Searching The Master Safe
While the officers loaded Julian and his family into the rear of the transport vans, federal agents moved inside to execute a full search warrant.
I walked into my private home office alongside Detective Miller, standing in front of the heavy wall safe hidden behind the oil painting.
Julian had claimed for five years that he had forgotten the combination to that safe, keeping it locked under the guise of holding “old family heirlooms.”
An agency locksmith used a high-speed diamond drill to bypass the internal tumblers, swinging the heavy steel door open within eight minutes.
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Inside sat six thick leather binders, three offshore corporate seals, and over two hundred thousand dollars in stacked cash wrapped in bank bands.
Beneath the cash lay a black velvet box containing my late mother’s diamond jewelry—pieces that Julian had claimed were stolen by a housekeeper three years ago.
