A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
Agent Santos did not raise her voice, her face remaining as calm as a frozen pond.
“This office is now a federal crime scene, Mrs. Fairmont, please step away from the table,” Santos said.
Chadwick stood up so fast his chair scraped against the plaster wall behind him.
“I told you,” Chadwick whispered, his face turning the color of wet chalk. “I told you they were looking at the Arizona accounts.”
Brinley glared at her husband, her lips tightening into a thin, purple line.
“Shut up, Chadwick,” she said.
Robert, their attorney, put his hands flat on the table and rose slowly, his face completely pale.
“Agent, my clients are here under a civil mediation agreement,” Robert said.
“That routing number Mrs. Fairmont just signed belongs to a shell entity in Phoenix used to move fifty-five thousand dollars from prior victims,” Santos said.
She held up a blue document with a silver federal seal.
“We have an active multi-state wire fraud warrant signed by a federal judge in Omaha three hours ago.”
One of the marshals stepped behind Brinley, his hand resting near his belt.
