“He is desperate,” Julian said. “If the civil suits gain traction, it forces a discovery process that will expose his entire operation.”
“What is the real reason Mark wants me to drop the charges?” I asked. “It cannot just be about the fourteen thousand dollars.”
“There is something else in those business accounts he opened in your name,” Julian said, pointing to a second folder on his desk. “We are still waiting for the full bank logs, but I suspect he used your credentials to secure federal subcontracts.”
“If the police audit those contracts, he is looking at federal prison, not just a state grand larceny charge,” Julian said.
We sat in silence as the wind rattled the large glass window of his office.
On the screen, the view count on the video of my mother clicked upward, passing eleven thousand.
I watched the view count rise on the edited video of my mother crying.
