Chapter 9 - Discovering the Offshore Shell Companies
I pulled open my laptop on the kitchen island, bringing up the secondary folder of forensic files I had compiled the night before.
“Divorce is only the beginning, Rowan; let’s talk about the offshore shell company registered in your mother’s maiden name,” I suggested casually.
Selina’s face went chalk-white, the arrogant posture collapsing instantly into a posture of sheer terror.
“What... what shell company? You don't know anything about that!” Selina stammered, her voice suddenly losing all its volume.
“I know it received four hundred thousand dollars from your employer’s pension fund last quarter,” I answered, scrolling down the digital ledger.
“And I know that Rowan signed off on the transfer as senior compliance officer without board approval.”
That specific detail was the nail in the coffin, carrying a mandatory federal prison sentence for white-collar securities fraud.
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Rowan dropped his head into his hands, letting out a muffled sob of absolute defeat against the kitchen counter.
“You’re going to federal prison, Rowan, and your mother is going right along with you,” I stated without a shred of pity.
