Call an ambulance right now, Marcus—my daughter’s water just broke on your mother’s marble floor! I screamed, kneeling over Maya as fluid flooded her silk dress.
Hank Burke didn’t mince words when he called. “Evelyn, I’ve just executed an administrative subpoena on Derrick Albright’s insurance adjustment firm.”
“And?” I asked, my voice tight. After the voicemail from Maya, I felt brittle.
“And we found it,” Hank said, a hint of grim satisfaction in his tone. “A $2.4 million paper trail. Payouts for ‘hospital risk mitigation’ and ‘trial compliance audits.’ All of them fraudulent.”
My heart pounded. “Marcus.”
“Bingo,” Hank confirmed. “The funds were meticulously routed through a series of shell accounts. Some offshore, some domestic. All of them ultimately controlled by Marcus Holloway and his brother, Devon.”
He paused, letting the information sink in. “It’s a classic insurance fraud scheme, Evelyn. Inflated claims, false risk assessments, payments for services never rendered, or rendered unethically. Albright was the lynchpin, processing the approvals, making sure the paper trail looked legitimate on his end.”
“And Devon?” I asked, picturing Marcus’s hot-headed younger brother.
“He’s listed as the managing partner on several of the shell corporations. Classic money laundering setup. They thought they were untouchable,” Hank replied. “This isn’t just a bioethics violation anymore. This is grand larceny. Wire fraud. Criminal conspiracy.”
“Have you taken this to the police?”
“Already did,” Hank said. “I just walked out of Detective Raymond Cross’s office at the Fulton County Police Department. He’s got the full financial ledger now. He seemed… very interested.”
A spark of grim satisfaction ignited within me. Marcus and his family thought they could outwit everyone, using their wealth and influence. But Hank Burke, a dedicated civil servant, had just exposed the very foundation of their criminal enterprise. The financial house of cards was starting to collapse.
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