Chapter 8: The Rogue Investor Intercept
By 8:00 p.m., a secondary alert flashed across my primary terminal, indicating an active breach at our northern port.
A foreign venture capitalist, who had long financed Catherine’s private ventures, had just docked his vessel.
He was attempting to clear a massive shipment of high-value custom millwork components that Brooke had illegally logged.
I drove straight to the shipping terminal, the cold night wind carrying the sharp scent of industrial diesel.
The cargo containers were already loaded onto the crane platform, ready to be moved onto an unflagged freighter.
"This merchandise is fully paid for by an international letter of credit!" the site manager yelled as I approached.
"The letter of credit was issued by a bankrupt shell corporation in Panama, sir," Detective Ruiz announced, stepping out.
Four marked municipal patrol units blocked the main exit gates, their red and blue lights flashing against the dark steel.
The crane stopped mid-air, the heavy metal chains rattling loudly as the state compliance teams took control.
"They thought they could liquidate your inventory before the court dockets were officially published," Naomi reported.
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"But every single piece of timber in this yard carries an embedded micro-tracking tag registered to your studio."
I watched the shipping files sync with the federal database, permanently locking the rogue investor’s distribution network.
