Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
He nodded once, his fingers already hovering over his keyboard as he opened his secure analysis program.
“We will start with the primary clearing accounts,” David said, his voice dropping to its professional cadence. “But we need the underlying wire receipts to find where the money actually went.”
He clicked a key, and the first screen of numbers began to scroll. I watched the green light of the monitor reflect off his glasses, knowing that once the search began, there was no going back.
The afternoon crowd at the Broad Street coffee shop was noisy, full of state employees from the nearby offices, but David had chosen a small table in the far corner where the light was dim. He had two printouts flat on the dark wood, his pen resting on a highlighted line.
“The ninety thousand dollars did not go to any vendor, Clare,” David said, leaning forward so his voice did not carry. “It went out in three equal installments of thirty thousand.”
“To whom?” I asked.
“To a trust account held by a firm called Harrison and Sterling,” David said. He let the name settle between us.
