Trevor Kingsley, thirty-one, client portfolio manager. Salary: $78,000 a year. Vincent laid out credit card statements: Rolex watch ($18,000), BMW lease ($1,200 a month), country club membership.
“Where’s the money coming from?” I asked.
Vincent pulled out another document. “Offshore account. Cayman Islands. He’s been making wire transfers for the past eighteen months. Total amount moved: $340,000.”
“From where?”
“Client accounts. He’s been falsifying investment reports, telling clients their portfolios are performing normally while he siphons money. Classic embezzlement scheme.”
My daughter had married a thief.
“Mrs. Collins, this is federal crime territory. Securities fraud. What do you want to do?”
“I need to think,” I said, gathering the documents.
I had two choices: Warn Lauren and watch her defend him, or wait and let him show her exactly who he was. I chose patience. And I chose to call the FBI.
I submitted an anonymous tip online, attaching Vincent’s evidence. A few days later, Detective Andrea Thornton from the FBI Financial Crimes Unit called me.
“Mrs. Collins, we’ve opened a preliminary investigation. The evidence you provided was very thorough.”
“I’d like to arrange a meeting,” I said. “The Sterling Estate, two weeks from today, Saturday at 2:00 PM. Trevor Kingsley will be there. So will my daughter. I want you there when certain things come to light.”
“Why the Sterling Estate?”
“Because I own it. And because that’s where this all started.”
There was a long silence. “You own the property?”
“Through an LLC. Yes.”
“Mrs. Collins, we don’t typically stage confrontations.”
