Chapter 12 - Andrew Discovers Brenda’s Secret Offshore Real Estate Holdings
At 9:00 AM sharp, I sat across from Andrew at a quiet corner table inside the downtown Columbus Starbucks. Morning sunlight poured through the large glass windows, illuminating the thick stack of printed documents Andrew had brought. He looked tired, nursing a black coffee while resting his bandaged ankle on an extra chair across from him.
"I didn't sleep a wink last night, Laura," Andrew admitted, sliding a yellow legal folder across the table toward me. "After you left yesterday, I hacked into Brenda’s personal cloud storage using our shared home computer credentials."
I opened the folder, revealing high-resolution property deeds and international wire receipts printed on crisp white paper. "What am I looking at, Andrew?" I asked, scanning the complex legal descriptions of the properties.
"Brenda wasn't just helping Mark loot Crestview Developments for a rainy day," Andrew explained, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "She was buying multi-million-dollar beachfront properties in the Cayman Islands under her maiden name."
My eyes widened as I read the purchase price on a sprawling beachfront villa in Grand Cayman: two point five million dollars. The transaction date matched the exact week Mark claimed he was in Chicago securing commercial investors.
"Mark bought her a tropical retirement mansion using my father's legacy funds," I whispered, fury icing my veins. Andrew nodded grimly, tapping a finger against the bottom corner of the property deed.
"And the best part? The deed lists Mark Coleman as a secondary co-signer with right of survivorship." They weren't just business partners in crime; they were planning to abandon their families and flee the country together.
"Julian Vance is going to love this," I said, pulling out my encrypted flash drive and placing it beside Andrew's documents. "We have the corporate theft, the tax evasion, and now international money laundering and flight preparation."
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Andrew offered a tired, cynical smile, raising his paper coffee cup in a silent toast. "Here's to justice catching up with the greedy bastards," he murmured softly.
We clinked our cups together, sealing an unbreakable alliance forged in the fires of betrayal.
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