Chapter 9 - Following NorthPoint

Isaac’s investigators were better than Daniel’s arrogance.

Within four days, they traced NorthPoint Transit Holdings through a series of Delaware entities, nominee managers, and two private lending vehicles. Most of the shell structure was ordinary enough for modern corporate camouflage.

Then one name broke the pattern.

Wesley Grant.

Wesley had been Daniel’s college roommate, best man at our wedding, and now—according to filings—NorthPoint’s managing member.

“That can’t be a coincidence,” I said.

“It isn’t,” Isaac replied.

The problem was proving Daniel’s control.

That proof came from a side letter Mark found buried in a covenant file Daniel had failed to wipe from a shared drive. It referenced “post-closing executive compensation and equity participation for D.C.” contingent on the successful acquisition of Carter Freight’s Southwest assets and follow-on restructuring of the company.

Daniel Carter.

D.C.

The room went silent when we read it.

He had been engineering an insider sale.

Not just one asset either.

The Phoenix hub was the opening move. Once the company’s strongest division was sold below value, Carter Freight would breach remaining debt ratios, making the rest of the company even cheaper to “rescue.”

Rescue by whom?

NorthPoint.

Controlled, at least in part, by Daniel.

And the emergency board vote? That had been designed to rush the first piece through before anyone looked closely.

Every clue from the previous week snapped into place at once:

Vanessa’s company payments.

NorthPoint’s bonus agreement.

Daniel’s bridge debt.

The forged authorization.

His urgency.

Even his silence in the restroom now read differently.

He wasn’t shocked because his mistress had embarrassed his wife.

He was shocked because the wrong woman had become a liability at the wrong moment.

Isaac looked up from the paper.

“This is more than bad governance now.”

Claire answered for all of us.

“It’s self-dealing. Fraud. And if he used interstate wires and falsified trust authority, prosecutors are going to get interested.”

I sat very still, remembering Daniel’s laugh when I gave him five minutes.

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