One recording captured Connor saying clearly, “As long as the transactions move through the United States properly, no one sees the full picture.”
That statement confirmed everything I needed to know.
After sending the email at the vineyard, I turned around and walked back to my car without looking at them again. Within twenty minutes, my phone displayed dozens of missed calls and frantic messages.
Connor wrote, “This is not what you think, please answer me right now,” while Grace sent messages asking for explanations.
I did not respond to any of them.
At 6:12 that evening, I received a call from a federal investigator requesting access to the original documents I had compiled. I agreed to meet at a neutral location and arrived at a government office in downtown New York shortly before seven.
I handed over the hard drive, my laptop, and the physical folder containing all supporting documents I had prepared. The investigators reviewed the names and details without showing any surprise, which unsettled me more than anything else.
They explained that several companies in my report were already part of an ongoing investigation into fraud and money laundering.