Chapter 6: The Documents She Saved
The forensic accountant Carol called was named Patrick Suh.
He arrived at the hospital at seven the next morning carrying a laptop bag and a coffee he hadn't touched.
He set up in the family waiting room.
Carol sat across from him.
I stood near the door.
Maya, who had been discharged an hour earlier with her arm in a soft brace and a folder of medical documentation that Dr.
Osei had prepared with the thoroughness of someone who had done this before, sat beside me.
"Walk me through what you remember about the contracts," Patrick said.
Maya did.
She was precise.
She named dates, company names, the types of projects involved.
Patrick typed without looking up.
When she finished, he said, "The account.
Can you access it from a device that has never been connected to any network associated with Julian or his family?"
Carol slid a tablet across the table.
"Clean device.
New SIM.
Purchased this morning."
Maya logged in.
The files were there.
Forty-one documents.
Contracts, correspondence, two spreadsheets, and a folder of scanned pages that Maya said she hadn't fully understood when she saved them.
Patrick opened the first spreadsheet.
He looked at it for a long time without speaking.
"Patrick," Carol said.
"Give me a minute."
He opened the second spreadsheet.
Then one of the contracts.
Then a scanned page from the folder.
He set his untouched coffee to one side.
"These are shell companies," he said.
"At least four of them, based on what I'm seeing here.
The contracts route payments through entities that don't appear to have any actual operations." He looked up at Maya.
"Do you know if Julian's firm has any county or state development contracts?"
"Yes," Maya said.
"He talked about them.
A road project.
A school renovation."
"Public contracts," Patrick said.
He looked at Carol.
"If these shell companies are receiving payments on public contracts and the money is being redirected, we are looking at potential public contract fraud.
That is a federal matter."
The waiting room was very quiet.
"How strong is it?" Carol asked.
"Strong enough that I want to spend four hours with these files before I say anything more definitive." He was already typing.
"But strong enough that you should make a call."
Carol stepped into the hallway.
Maya looked at me.
"I just wanted to leave him," she said.
"I didn't know it was going to become all of this."
"You didn't cause this," I said.
"He built all of this before you ever found it."
She nodded slowly.
But I could see the weight of it settling on her, the particular exhaustion of someone who has been carrying something alone for a long time and has only just been allowed to set it down.
"Is it going to get worse before it gets better?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"But you won't be going through it alone."
Carol came back in.
"I've spoken to an assistant US attorney I know from a case three years ago.
She's not making any commitments, but she wants to see what Patrick finds." She sat down.
"Julian filed an emergency motion this morning.
He's claiming Maya is mentally unfit to make legal decisions and is requesting a temporary guardianship order."
Maya's head came up.
"He can what?"
"He filed it with the Mecklenburg County court.
He's using the backdated psychiatric evaluation." Carol's voice was steady.
"I have already filed a response.
I've also submitted the video recording, Diane's sworn statement — which she gave to me by phone at five this morning — and Dr.
Osei's medical report as counter-evidence." She paused.
"The judge assigned to the motion is someone I do not know personally.
That is not necessarily a problem.
But I want you to be prepared for the possibility that this gets worse before the court catches up to the evidence."
"Evelyn said they know judges," I said.
"They may," Carol said.
"But they don't know all of them.
And they don't know which one got this file." She looked at Maya.
"The guardianship motion will not succeed.
I am telling you that as a professional assessment, not a reassurance.
The evidence against it is too strong and too well documented.
But Julian filed it to frighten you.
To make you feel like you have no ground to stand on."
Maya's jaw set in a way I recognized.
It was the same expression she'd had at seven years old when a boy at school had told her she couldn't do something.
"He miscalculated," she said.
"Yes," Carol said.
"He did."
Patrick looked up from his laptop.
"I need another two hours.
But I can already tell you that at least one of these shell companies shares a registered agent with a firm that received a two-point-three-million-dollar county contract last year." He turned the screen so Carol could see.
"And the registered agent's address is Julian's family estate."
Carol looked at the screen for a long moment.
Then she looked at me.
"Call your daughter's family," she said quietly.
"Anyone you want present for what comes next.
Because the next seventy-two hours are going to move very fast."
I took out my phone.
Outside the waiting room window, the morning had gone gray, a flat Carolina sky pressing down on the parking lot below.
Somewhere across the city, Julian was sitting in a lawyer's office believing he had just made his strongest move.
He didn't know about the registered agent.
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He didn't know Patrick Suh was already on his second spreadsheet.
And he had no idea that the assistant US attorney Carol had called was, at that exact moment, forwarding her notes to a colleague in the financial crimes division.
