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bsp; “What's bothering you, Carmen?”
“I really don't like people all up in my business, but I can take that. I know you are very high profile since you won the case and I understand that. I know that people are going to talk. And I understand that, too. But what's really bothering me, is that someone could think that I could kill my own sister that way. They don't know me, and they didn't know Dez. It just hurts, that's all.”
Marcus was about to say something, when Garrett came out of the den. “She's in,” he said and quickly disappeared back in the room. When the system was accessed it automatically sent the following email:
To: advisory board member advisory [email protected]
From: System Administrator [email protected]onfinancail.com
Subject: Unauthorized System Access
This message was automatically generated and sent to the advisory board member distribution list. Please be advised somebody has gained unauthorized access to the system. Recommend corrective action be taken immediately to protect the integrity of the system:
Access Password: SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR
Access From Terminal Position: Unknown
Position Owner: Unknown
Marcus stood up and held out his hand to Carmen. “What was it that Dominique used to tell you, you're a Taylor. You must be stronger than the forces around you.”
Carmen accepted his hand and stood up. “It was hard then. And it's no easier now.”
Marcus and Carmen went into the den. Jamara was seated at the computer and Garrett was standing over her. “I'm in,” Jamara said staring at the screen. “But now it's prompting me to enter a password. I don't want to get locked out now.”
“I'll be right back,” Marcus said and quickly left the room. When he returned he had the paper that Mondrya had written her notes on, along with the two client lists.
“What you got there?” Garrett asked.
“These are the notes Mondrya made for me before she was murdered,” he said handing the paper to Garrett. “Take a look at this.”
“FC, ML HF. W O N N I E M T E L =CD. What does it mean?”
“I don't know. But whatever that word is, it equals CD,” Marcus answered, pointing at the word.
“Jamara, try typing W O N N I E M T E L as the password.”
“Okay.” Jamara typed each letter carefully. “I'm in. let me see that paper, Garrett.” She looked at the paper and smiled. “That's kinda clever.”
“What?” Garrett asked. “What does it mean?”
“W O N N I E M T E L is let me in now, spelled backwards.”
Marcus smiled at Jamara and Carmen rolled her eyes. “That's excellent. Now can you tell us what FC, ML HF means?” he asked Jamara, but she was back in her zone. Now that she had access, Jamara clicked around in the system trying to become familiar with how it worked. Jamara tried to access the disk directly. “Since it hasn't asked me to associate it, we at least know we're in the right place.”
“Try to access one of the names on this list,” Carmen directed and handed the client list to Jamara. “Try Alexander Hamilton.”
Jamara accessed the records of Alexander Hamilton. Everyone leaned in and stared at the screen, as if they knew what they were looking at. Jamara smiled to herself. She shook her head and accessed another record, Hegenio Ortiz, and then another. Smiling more with each click of the mouse as it all came together in her mind. “They all seem to be a mixed of Asset Allocation Funds and Fixed Income Securities.” Jamara turned around and faced everyone. “I think I know what ML stands for.”
“You gonna tell us, or make us all take turns guessing?” Garrett demanded.
“Money Laundering.”
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“Money Laundering? Jamara, are you sure?” Marcus asked.