Chapter 3 - The Audit of the Wolves
By 8:00 AM, Alexander had established an operations center inside a secure office downtown. Sitting across from him was Marcus Vance, a high-stakes forensic accountant and former military intelligence analyst.
"The Robles family isn't as wealthy as they pretend to be, Colonel," Marcus said, throwing a thick financial ledger onto the table. "Carmen’s husband left them with thirty million dollars in commercial debt four years ago. Javier’s 'investment firm' is a glorified Ponzi scheme. They’ve been using high-interest hard money loans to maintain their mansions in Preston Hollow."
"So my daughter's condo wasn't just a luxury asset to them," Alexander noted, his eyes narrowing. "It was a lifeline."
"Exactly. The Uptown condo is worth $4.5 million cash, completely paid off. They needed to secure that title today to use it as collateral against a predatory loan coming due on Friday. If they don't get that collateral, the banks seize their primary assets, and Javier faces a federal indictment for securities fraud."
Alexander leaned back in his leather chair, tapping his fingers against his desk. "They thought they were targeting a defenseless girl with an absent father and a single mother. They thought they were buying a lifestyle with her blood."
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"What’s the play, Colonel?" Marcus asked.
"We buy the debt," Alexander said flatly. "Every single piece of paper, every promissory note, every secondary mortgage connected to the Robles name. I want to own their house, their cars, and their corporate headquarters by midnight tomorrow. And then, we turn off the lights."
