Chapter 9 - Joel March Knew Too SoonJoel did not run.
That would have been easier.
He stood in hallway holding coffee.
Expensive suit.
Calm prosecutor face.
“Why is everyone looking at me?”
Graham answered:
“How did you know Ross was suspended?”
Joel blinked.
“I heard.”
“From who?”
“Someone said—”
“Who?”
He paused.
Too long.
Keene stepped closer.
“Joel.”
He looked irritated.
“Are you interrogating me?”
“No.”
Graham’s voice stayed level.
“Answer.”
Joel sighed.
“I got a message.”
“From?”
“Unknown.”
“Show us.”
“No.”
That answer changed posture around him.
Keene said:
“Joel.”
“I’m an attorney. I know where this goes.”
“Then you know withholding a relevant message during an active internal-security investigation is stupid.”
His jaw tightened.
Finally he handed over phone voluntarily but demanded counsel before extraction.
The visible message:
ROSS IS DOWN. PRICE NEXT.
Unknown sender.
Graham stared.
That looked like Shepherd.
Or someone pretending.
“When did this arrive?”
“Ten minutes ago.”
“Why come here?”
“To find out if it was true.”
“Why would someone send you this?”
Joel looked at Graham.
“I don’t know.”
Lie.
Maybe.
Graham changed direction.
“Aaron.”
Joel’s face hardened instantly.
“Do not.”
“Your brother’s case involved Price.”
“Everyone knows that.”
“Caleb Wren was a witness.”
Joel’s eyes shifted.
Very slightly.
“You remember him.”
“Yes.”
“Did you know Rusk?”
“No.”
“Did you know Shepherd Analytics?”
“No.”
“Did you ever use forfeiture account identifiers outside approved work?”
Joel stood straighter.
“You need to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re implying criminal conduct without counsel.”
“Then get counsel.”
Joel did.
The interview paused.
Meanwhile his work access was frozen under emergency authority.
Simone dug into the restitution account.
The forty-thousand-dollar crypto funding did not come directly from seized government money.
That would be too obvious.
Instead, account identifiers were used to authorize release of a dormant refund to a shell claimant.
Funds went to a business.
Then another.
Then crypto.
The original approval used Joel’s case identifier.
But digital signature?
Not Joel’s.
A clerk processed it.
Who submitted request?
A licensed attorney named Melissa Crane.
Graham stared at surname.
“Toby Crane?”
Simone nodded.
“His mother.”
The nineteen-year-old in Veda’s crew.
Graham felt the structure shift.
Melissa Crane specialized in asset recovery.
Small firm.
She had represented people seeking seized property.
Could be innocent professional work.
But her son stood in the robbery crew.
Too much.
They interviewed Toby again with counsel.
“Your mother knows Joel March?”
Toby’s face went white.
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Her firm filed paperwork linked to funds that paid Shepherd.”
“I don’t know anything about her work.”
“Why were you in Veda’s crew?”
Toby cried.
Finally.
“Kendrick.”
“What about him?”
“He said I could make two thousand in one night.”
“Why need money?”
“My mom cut me off.”
“Why?”
“Drugs.”
Keene looked at him.
Toby shook head quickly.
“I’m clean now.”
Maybe.
“What does your mother know?”
“Nothing.”
“Did she know Veda?”
“No.”
“Kendrick?”
Toby hesitated.
“Yes.”
There.
“How?”
“He did errands for her office.”
“What kind?”
“Courier.”
Graham felt cold.
Kendrick had access to asset-recovery paperwork through Melissa’s firm.
Could identify expensive seized vehicles.
Owners.
Addresses.
Police case numbers.
Another data source.
Was Melissa knowingly involved?
Unknown.
The ring might have exploited her office through Kendrick.
But the suspicious refund linked to Shepherd suggested deeper connection.
Then Melissa Crane called headquarters herself.
“My son told me you’re asking about my cases.”
Graham said:
“Yes.”
“You need a warrant.”
“We may get one.”
Silence.
Then:
“You’re looking at the Aaron March forfeiture file, aren’t you?”
Graham stopped.
“What?”
Joel’s brother had no known forfeiture.
Melissa realized she had said too much.
“Mrs. Crane.”
She hung up.
Keene stared.
Aaron March’s death apparently involved property seizure they did not know about.
They reopened archived records.
After the fatal crash, police recovered Aaron’s motorcycle from scene.
But a separate evidence note showed a backpack seized.
Contents:
Cash.
$86,000.
No clear source.
One encrypted USB drive.
The cash later entered forfeiture proceedings because investigators suspected drug proceeds.
Joel fought the seizure.
Lost.
Melissa Crane represented the estate for six months.
Now the same attorney’s records helped fund Shepherd.
“What was on USB?” Graham asked.
Archive note:
UNREADABLE.
Then:
TRANSFERRED TO DIGITAL FORENSICS.
Final disposition:
MISSING.
Graham’s stomach tightened.
Who handled the evidence?
Sergeant Miles Ketter.
Price had written him up years later for evidence problems.
Caleb Wren defended Ketter.
Aaron March’s case touched the same people again.
Joel might not have created Shepherd.
He might have been trying to recover something lost when his brother died.
And Shepherd’s robbery network may have been built partly from that old evidence theft.
Then Keene’s phone rang.
Melissa Crane had been found at her office.
Alive.
Waiting voluntarily with counsel.
She said she would explain the refund.
On one condition:
“Keep my son away from Kendrick Moss.”
Graham frowned.
“Why?”
Her voice shook.
“Because Kendrick is not working for Veda.”
Pause.
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“He’s working for Joel March.”
The prosecutor had been closer to the robbery crew than anyone imagined.
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