“Then why isn’t he in prison?” Emily asked.
“Porque los investigadores tenían documentos, compañías fantasma y transferencias sospechosas, pero no los registros de confianza originales”.
He pointed toward Julian’s second envelope.
“Julian had them.”
My mind raced.
– ¿Dónde?
“At the address.”
Daniel murmuró algo bajo su aliento.
“So we actually do need to go there.”
Arthur nodded.
– Sí.
“But the letter says not to.”
“Because Victor expects us to go directly.”
Arthur looked at me.
“Julian prepared another route.”
Twenty minutes later, two unmarked vehicles pulled onto the street.
The suspicious car drove away.
Nobody followed it.
Investigators came inside and spoke briefly with Arthur.
One of them—a calm woman named Agent Mercer—explained that nobody appeared to be in immediate danger.
Victor Shaw was eighty-six years old now.
Su imperio empresarial se había derrumbado años antes.
But several people connected to him still had reasons to locate the trust documents.
