The Investigation

“Who’s investigating you?” Mendoza’s brow furrowed.

“I’ve had agents from the Financial Action Task Force contact me,” Ranell shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “They’ve informed me that they are investigating several TBML risk indicators.”

Mendoza clearly didn’t understand the agencies or acronyms, but he understood the context. He placed a hand on Ranell’s shoulder. “What have you done, Josef? You, personally?”

Ranell let out a long sigh. His arms hung limply at his sides, and his head slumped. “You know we purchased that fleet of airships. I told you about that, right?”

“Yes, I remember,” Mendoza nodded. “Have you done something illegal with those airships?”

“No, Father.” Ranell shook his head. “The airships were just the catalyst. Because of them, GML was in financial peril. What I did went much farther. It involves the whole corporation.”

Mendoza waited patiently for a deeper explanation. Ranell offered nothing but silence. The moment stretched uncomfortably until Mendoza said softly, "Josef, you must speak. This burden is too much for you to bear alone.”