A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
“Who authorized the original zoning notice they served me?” I asked.
Dolores shook her head slowly.
“The zoning office is down the hall, Arthur. They only look at the pending file list, not the final certificates. Brinley told them the change was already approved.”
Sarah took the paper back from the counter and folded it into her leather briefcase.
“Thank you, Dolores,” Sarah said.
“Just keep your head down, Arthur,” Dolores said. “People who use computers to take things usually do not like it when you use paper to stop them.”
By two in the afternoon, we were back in Sarah’s small office.
A single window looked out onto the alley behind the bank, where a rusty dumpster sat in the gravel.
Sarah was sitting at her desk, her fingers moving quickly over her keyboard.
The screen flickered as she opened a legal database that cost thirty dollars an hour to search.
“I ran a broader search on Brinley and Chadwick Fairmont,” Sarah said, her voice dropping into a quiet, hard register. “They did not start this in Nebraska.”
“They have a history,” I said.
