Chapter 11 - The Tables Turn
Agent Vance’s eyes scanned the notarized document.
His cold, bureaucratic expression flickered with surprise.
"This signature..." Vance murmured, looking closer at the bottom of the page.
"It shows Julian Whitmore held full power of attorney over those offshore holdings."
"Precisely," I said, taking a step closer.
"My late husband discovered Julian’s illegal transfers weeks before he died."
"Richard stripped Julian of all company authority and forced him to sign that full admission of guilt."
"If anyone has been laundering funds through Liechtenstein, Agent Vance, it is the man sitting in the black SUV outside my front gate right now."
Agent Vance immediately looked out the front doors toward the driveway.
He pulled his radio from his shoulder strap.
"Unit Two, Unit Three, secure the black SUV parked near the main entrance immediately!" Vance barked into the radio.
"Do not let that vehicle leave!"
Through the tall glass windows, we watched as two police cruisers accelerated down the driveway, blocking the SUV from the front and back.
Julian’s driver attempted to put the vehicle in reverse, but hit the heavy iron gates.
Armed officers surrounded the SUV with weapons drawn.
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"Step out of the vehicle with your hands up!" the loudspeaker echoed across the estate lawn.
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