Chapter 12 - The Forensic Ledger Surfaces
Julian slid one final document across the table directly in front of Callum’s face.
“Sign the voluntary asset surrender agreement, Callum, or spend the next twenty years fighting federal prosecutors in an orange jumpsuit,” Julian advised.
Callum looked up, his face drained of all color, looking like a man standing on the edge of a precipice.
“If I sign this... what is left for me?” Callum whispered pathetically. q
“Nothing,” I answered honestly. “Just the clothes on your back and the debts you accumulated on your own.”
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With shaking hands, Callum grabbed the gold pen I had used earlier and dragged it across the final signature line.
The sound of the pen scratching against the paper echoed like a gunshot through the silent, breathless ballroom.
