Chapter 20 - THE PRISON VISIT
I never thought I would see Trevor again, but desperation makes strange bedfellows. I arranged a secure visitation at the state penitentiary. Trevor looked unrecognizable in his inmate uniform—gaunt, pale, and completely stripped of his arrogant entitlement. He refused to meet my eyes when he sat behind the reinforced glass.
"I don't have anything left for you to take," he muttered, picking at his fingernails.
"I'm not here to take anything, Trevor. I'm here about your uncle Arthur," I said smoothly. Trevor flinched at the name.
"Arthur is trying to finish what your mother started," I continued. "He’s laundering the money your mother stole. If he goes down, he’s going to pin the money laundering charges on you and Briana as the original beneficiaries. You're looking at another twenty years in federal lockdown."
Panic finally pierced his apathetic shell. "I didn't know about the laundering! That was all my mother and him!"
"Then prove it," I demanded. "Where does Arthur keep the encrypted ledgers? Give me the location, and I will make sure the Feds know you cooperated, keeping your sentence exactly where it is."
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Trembling, Trevor finally broke. "He keeps a physical backup drive. It's in a safe deposit box under Briana’s maiden name at a private vault downtown. He thought no one would check her old aliases."
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