Part 13: The Forensic Overrun
Part 13: The Forensic Overrun
My attorney stepped up to the podium, sliding a thin, black USB drive into the court's projection panel.
The grand screen behind the judge’s bench lit up instantly.
It didn't show transportation records or utility maps.
It showed a high-definition security video from my old office kitchen, dated the night before my wedding four months ago.
The camera clearly captured Grant Whitmore standing by the safe, his hands shaking as he copied the master registry portfolio.
He had used a secondary key he had stolen from Daniel's desk to access the company's foundational assets.
The courtroom fell into an absolute, dead silence.
Grant’s satisfied smile vanished, his face turning from pale to an ugly shade of ash.
"That video was preserved on our secondary cloud backup system, Your Honor," my lawyer announced, his voice steady.
"Mr. Whitmore didn't buy the northern utility easements with independent capital."
"He used the stolen corporate routing codes to redirect funds from my client's secondary construction account to finance his Delaware shell company."
"This is slander!" Grant’s lawyer yelled, standing up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the wood.
"Sit down, counselor," Judge Thornton ordered, her eyes flashing with dangerous anger.
"Mr. Whitmore, did you commit corporate grand larceny to finance a regulatory ambush against your former partner's estate?"
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Grant opened his mouth, but no words came out.
The relaxed confidence he had worn like a weapon had collapsed entirely.
