A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
Reynolds looked down at his boots, then back up at me with his jaw set tight as he closed the folder.
“How much did they actually take from Henry Duca?” I asked.
“Eight thousand dollars,” Reynolds said. “But the federal people froze thirty-four thousand more in an account under that fake Arizona property management front. It looks like they did the exact same thing to three other people down in Chase County before they came here.”
“Henry needs that money for his winter feed,” I said, thinking of his empty barns.
“The prosecutor told Santos they are going to release the restitution checks as soon as the judge signs the preliminary order,” Reynolds said. “It might take three weeks, but Henry is getting every cent back.”
A quiet wave of relief went through my shoulders, taking some of the stiffness out of my neck.
“What about the zoning citations they filed against my section?” I asked.
“The county board is meeting tonight at seven,” Reynolds said. “Dolores Vance already put the amendment on the top of their stack.”
He closed the folder with a firm slap of his hand.
