“She really planned to send you through security with that?”
“Apparently.”
“Why?”
I glanced at the closed bedroom door down the hall.
“Because I’m about to expose what her son did to my father’s company.”
I told them everything. For months, I’d been tracing odd transfers out of Lawson Holdings into consulting firms controlled by Preston’s associates. I’d already handed bank records, invoices, and internal emails to an independent attorney and a team of financial-crimes investigators. By now it was far more than suspicion. We had doctored invoices, unauthorized wire transfers, and emails instructing employees to bury the payments.
I was due in Chicago that morning to meet my attorneys about the next step. Lorraine and Preston must have believed that an arrest at the airport would wreck my credibility before I could act.
Ortega examined the original video file. He had the officers photograph the firearm where it lay, then recover it and bag it as evidence.
