The Crimson Ink That Exposed A Family Legacy Of Lies
“What is the meaning of this?” Daniel asked, his voice calm and controlled. “I am in the middle of a private administrative meeting.”
“We have a warrant for your arrest,” Vance said.
Daniel’s left eyebrow twitched, but his face remained expressionless.
“On what grounds?” one of his lawyers asked, stepping forward. “My client is a respected civic leader.”
“On the grounds of custodial interference,” Vance said. “And federal financial fraud.”
Vance reached into his pocket and pulled out a document.
“We have recorded evidence of you threatening to withhold medical treatment from Helen Vance to force your wife’s silence,” the agent said.
“That is a fabrication,” Daniel said, his eyes locking onto mine.
I did not look away.
“We also have the red ledger from your central archive,” Vance added.
Daniel’s composure fractured for a fraction of a second.
His eyes darted to the lobby doors, then to the elevator bank behind him.
“That ledger is proprietary corporate property,” Daniel’s lawyer said, his voice rising. “It was taken without a warrant.”
“It was delivered to us by an employee fleeing a destruction of evidence order,” Vance said.