Chapter 15 - The Unexpected Letter From Prison
Six months after the wedding disaster, a heavy white envelope arrived at my office desk bearing an official prison seal from the state penitentiary.
The letter was sent from Evelyn Miller, who had recently been sentenced to twelve years in a federal correctional facility.
I sat alone in my sunlit office, holding the paper in my hand for a long moment before opening the seal.
Her handwriting was shaky, stripped of the elegant calligraphy she used to use when writing notes on my desk.
“Thomas,” the letter began, “I know you hate me, and you have every right to let me rot in this place forever.”
“Arthur and Mark forced me to execute the trust waiver plan, but I cannot deny that I let my own greed consume me.”
“I am writing this because Arthur left behind a secondary set of offshore accounts in Switzerland that your investigators missed.”
“Accounts registered under a ghost entity called V-Logistics Europe.”
“He planned to use those funds to pay off a private enforcement syndicate in Chicago if his trial went south.”
“Check the account numbers I’ve written at the bottom of this page before they activate the transfer sequence on October 12th.”
I stared at the long string of international bank numbers written in red ink at the bottom of the stationary.
Evelyn wasn't writing out of sudden remorse; she was trying to secure a reduced sentence by offering new evidence against Arthur.
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I picked up my desk phone and immediately dialed my private investigator, Richard, reading the account numbers aloud to him.
“Run a check on these Swiss accounts, Richard,” I ordered. “See who holds the authorization keys.”
