Page 72 of Billionaire Corruption

I had found the email correspondence with the FBI agent, and had sent him an email, from her account, identifying myself and saying I was ready to talk.

I saw a big man sitting by himself in a booth and walked up to him.

“Agent Dyer?”

John Dyer didn’t look like an FBI agent. He looked like a retired high school wrestling coach, with big jowls and a bald head. He was a heavy-set man, and there were empty plates in front of him, I guessed he must have been waiting for me.

He looked up and I saw his eyes were sharp and alert.

“Paul McKinney?”

I nodded and sat down.

“Like I said,” I began. “I'm willing to cooperate and give you all the information you need about financial misconduct at my company. But in exchange, I want immunity for myself and my father.”

Agent Dyer considered my words for a moment before speaking. "I can't make any promises about immunity until I know the full extent of your involvement and the information you have to offer. But I can assure you that we take mitigating circumstances into account when determining charges and sentences. If your father had no involvement in the misconduct, it's likely that he won't face any charges."

I nodded, relieved.

"I understand," I said. "I have the evidence with me, which implicates some board members as well as the chief financial officer.”

I looked over my shoulder, worried someone might see or have heard me. I’d been careful driving over, trying to see if anyone was following me.

“I have reason to believe some people might not want this information to get out,” I said. “A friend… she’s been threatened and I… want to be careful.”

“Of course,” Agent Dyer said.

“Let’s start at the beginning. Tell me what you know about the financial irregularities at Ladden Ltd.”

I took a deep breath and launched into it, handing over the USB stick with the documents I had given to Grace as well as some additional information I’d found on Alana’s email.

Agent Dyer listened to all of it, occasionally asking questions but mostly nodding slightly. I had a feeling he knew most of what I’d told him already.

“And what will I find here?” he asked, holding up the memory stick.

“Financial statements, some records of the South American operations and of course, some emails, which I think you will find very interesting.”

“I look forward to reading them,” Agent Dyer said.

“Also, I’m going to be resigning from the company. I’ve had enough,” I said.

“One more thing,” the agent said as I was getting ready to leave.

“Ms. Tenielle’s death.”

“Yes?”

“It has been ruled an accident, a fall from the escalator.”

“Yes.”

“Do you have reason to think it may be something other than an accident?”

I didn’t know why he was asking me this. Did Agent Dyer know something I didn’t, have other contacts? I decided to play it safe.

“I thought there may be more to her death, yes. I asked our head of security to look into it. But we’ve been unable to find any evidence that someone was involved.”

“The CCTV footage was wiped clean,” the agent said. “The security guard who was supposed to be working that night went home because of a stomach bug. Or so he says.”

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