“Arthur… what is this?” Garrison stammered, forcing a dry, nervous chuckle that died in his throat. “Who are these people? Is this some sort of local charity case? I brought the quarterly dividend distribution releases for the university hospital project. We need your executive signature on the secondary bond tranches before noon—”
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“The university hospital project is under federal seal, Garrison,” District Attorney David Miller interrupted, stepping forward, his voice flat as an executioner’s blade.
Miller dropped a heavy, legal-sized docket onto the dining table.
It slid across the polished wood, stopping against Garrison’s leather gloves.
“Under an emergency grand jury warrant signed by the United States District Court for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania forty minutes ago,” Miller continued, “all commercial operating accounts, logistics terminals, and corporate assets of Kensington Commercial Infrastructure have been placed under federal receivership.”
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Garrison gasped, backing away half a step, his hands flying up.
