A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
“My client needs to be absolutely certain where this money is going,” Sarah said, her voice dry and precise.
“We need the exact banking coordinates for the Meadowbrook Homeowners Association before we sign any release.”
Brinley opened her leather binder and pulled out a sheet of cream-colored stationery with a gold seal at the top.
“The association uses a secure commercial repository for all neighborhood development funds,” Brinley said.
“We can provide the account details right now, but the wire must be initiated before noon.”
I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out a black ballpoint pen, the cheap kind with the plastic cap.
“I will need you to write the routing number directly onto this letterhead, Mrs. Fairmont, so there is no mistake about where my savings are going,” I said.
Brinley took the pen from my hand, her manicured fingers brushing mine for a brief second.
She wrote nine digits on the bottom of the page, then added her signature with a quick, aggressive flourish.
“There,” she said, sliding the paper back to me. “That is the direct deposit route for our primary regional account.”
