Chapter 5 - The Stolen Millions
Two point four million dollars. Under my name.
I sat on the floor of my dark hallway, staring at the receipt. The date on the slip was from just three days ago.
I was a construction engineer making eighty thousand a year. We struggled to pay our mortgage. Amy wore shoes with holes in the soles. My mother claimed she needed three thousand a month just to keep our heads above water.
Where did this money come from?
I turned the receipt over. There was a handwritten note on the back in a scrawl I didn't recognize: Mason is getting sloppy. Move the funds to the offshore trust before Connor finds out.
They were using my identity.
I rushed to my home office. I kept a locked filing cabinet in the corner where I stored our tax returns and Amy's old medical bills. The lock was scratched. Someone had forced it open and pushed it back together.
I yanked the drawer open. My tax files were gone. In their place was a thick leather ledger.
I flipped through the pages. It was a meticulous record of construction materials—steel, concrete, copper wiring—billed to David Miller’s company, but diverted to fake shell corporations. My boss was running a massive embezzlement ring, and he was using my name and my engineering credentials to sign off on the fake invoices.
My mother wasn't just a cruel mother-in-law. She was David Miller's money launderer.
Suddenly, I heard the crunch of tires on the gravel driveway outside.
I peeked through the blinds. A black SUV with tinted windows idled at the curb. Two men in dark suits stepped out, walking toward my front porch. They didn't look like police.
I grabbed the ledger and the silver watch, quietly backing out of the office.
The front door handle began to jiggle.
I slipped through the kitchen and out the back door, sprinting across the dark lawn just as I heard the front door splinter open. I hid behind my neighbor's hedges, my heart hammering in my ears.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I silenced it immediately, but saw the caller ID.
It was David Miller.
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I let it go to voicemail, then listened to the message.
"Connor," David's voice sounded smooth, deadly calm. "I know your mother got arrested tonight. It's a shame about your baby's fever. If you want little Frederick to make it to his second birthday, you’re going to bring me that leather ledger. You have exactly one hour."
