CHAPTER 12: THE SINGAPORE NET
Forty-eight hours later, Brenda sat in the First Class lounge of Changi Airport in Singapore, holding a passport under a fake Canadian identity.
She adjusted her sunglasses, waiting for her flight to Zurich to be called. She opened her banking app on her phone to confirm the transfer of eighty-four million dollars into her private account.
The screen flashed red:
ACCOUNT FROZEN BY ORDER OF THE INTERNATIONAL FINANCIAL CRIMES TRIBUNAL.
Brenda gasped, her hands shaking as she tried to refresh the page.
Before she could stand up, four plainclothes Interpol officers stepped into the lounge, surrounding her chair.
"Brenda Vance," the lead officer declared, displaying an international arrest warrant. "You are under arrest for international money laundering and corporate treason."
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Brenda looked past the officers toward the lounge entrance.
Standing near the glass barrier was my father, holding two cups of coffee, waving at her with a polite, icy nod.
