He put it up on the big screen.
Financial records. Loan statements. Wire transfers. Draw requests. Columns and columns of numbers moving between companies with names I’d never heard of. Vale Meridian LLC. Vale Infrastructure East. North Crescent Holdings.
I understood almost none of it.
Eleanor understood all of it in about four seconds.
Her face went white.
“Where did you get this?”
“Internal audit. Our credit team flagged inconsistencies in his construction draw requests back in July. They’ve been tracing it since.”
“Explain it,” said Richard, who’d come upstairs with us. “Simply. For those of us who sell advertising.”
Daniel pointed at the screen.
“Over the past four years, Marcus Vale borrowed close to two hundred million dollars from Halston-backed funds. Construction loans. Bridge loans. Secured against development projects and against his family’s old real-estate partnership. Every few months, he’d submit a draw request. ‘We finished the foundation, release the next eight million.’ ‘We finished the steel, release twelve more.'”
“And?”
“Some of those projects are wildly overvalued. And at least three of them may not exist at all. There’s a ‘resort’ in North Carolina that’s a field with a fence around it.”
Richard let out a low whistle.
“How much?” Eleanor whispered.
“We believe at least forty-six million dollars was diverted. Moved through these shell entities and into accounts we’re still tracing. Some of it may already be offshore. The audit report goes to you this week. It goes to the federal regulators the week after.”
The word fraud didn’t need to be said out loud. It was hanging in the air like smoke.
Eleanor turned away from the screen.
“Claire wouldn’t know. Claire couldn’t know.”
“We don’t know what Claire knows, ma’am.”
“My granddaughter would never…”
“I’m not accusing Claire.”
“Then what are you saying, Daniel?”
He closed the laptop.
“I’m saying that Marcus Vale had a very good reason to know exactly where you’d be this morning. And a very good reason to want this week to go badly for you.”
For the first time since I’d met her, Eleanor Halston looked old.
Not powerful. Not legendary. Not a magazine cover.
Just a grandmother who’d been hurt by family.
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