PART 2
The enforcement vehicles accelerated away from the Bellamy estate, their sirens fading into the ocean wind.
I stood inside the locked office terminal, my fingers moving across the illuminated keyboard registry.
The data stream from Mansfield Keats Mutual was updating in real-time on my master screen.
My phone buzzed, displaying a secure administrative communication from Detective Ruiz.
"Lorie," his voice came through the encrypted frequency, flat, cold, and entirely clinical.
"We just intercepted an automated wire request originating from your mother's personal laptop asset."
"She is attempting to liquidate the family's shared offshore escrow line before the grand jury blocks it."
I didn't let my breathing falter; my focus remained fixed on the moving numbers.
Catherine LeChance believed that her high-society status in Newport gave her a permanent protective shield.
She genuinely thought an insurance investigation was just a temporary corporate hindrance she could bypass.
She completely forgot that as a senior underwriter, I held the master encryption keys to her system.
"Block the transaction, Detective," I said, my voice dropping into a freezing whisper.
"The signature token she used to authorize that liquidation was cloned from my private database."
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"And that constitutes a secondary counts of federal identity theft and systemic bank fraud."
I tapped the execution key on my tablet, triggering an absolute foreclosure on her capital.
