The prosecutor’s eyes widened slightly, instantly recognizing the legal implications.
“He forged her digital signature to bypass the security protocols,” Victoria continued, outlining the execution of the abuser. “He subsequently utilized a wire transfer to move the stolen funds across state lines directly into the accounts of a known, actively investigated illegal gambling syndicate to clear his sister’s debt.”
“That’s federal wire fraud, identity theft, and felony grand larceny,” the prosecutor whispered, the sheer stupidity of the crime staggering him.
“I want the grand larceny and wire fraud arrest warrants signed and executed by a federal judge before sunrise,” Victoria commanded, her eyes burning with lethal intent.
“I’ll have them drafted immediately,” the prosecutor nodded, pocketing the drive. “But what about his employer? If he gets wind of the investigation, he might try to flee or liquidate his 401k.”
Victoria smiled. It was a cold, sharp, apex-predator smile that made the seasoned prosecutor physically flinch.
“He won’t be liquidating anything,” Victoria whispered. “Two hours ago, while my daughter was bleeding on an operating table, my holding firm aggressively acquired a sixty percent, majority controlling stake in the brokerage where Mark works. As of midnight tonight, I am officially his employer. And I have permanently frozen all of his corporate assets.”
Back at the downtown lounge, the music was thumping. Mark laughed loudly at a joke Chloe made. He pulled out his sleek, platinum credit card and lazily tossed it onto the small black tray the waiter had provided for their two-hundred-dollar bar tab.
