Tracing the LLC

I drove the Honda back toward the highway, the steering wheel shaking in my hands. The conspiracy board thread was still open on the passenger seat, the words glowing in the dark. *Foundations.*

I needed to trace the money one more time. Not the payments to the facility, but the payments *from* the facility.

I parked in the lot of a truck stop and opened the laptop. I logged back into the dark web forum, using the credentials I had bought with cash.

I searched for the property tax records of the LLC that owned the land where the facility sat. *Sunnyvale Holdings.*

The trail was complex. Shell companies nested inside shell companies like Russian dolls. But I was a forensic accountant. Unraveling financial knots was what I did.

*Sunnyvale Holdings* was owned by *Northwood Properties*.

*Northwood Properties* was owned by a trust in the Caymans.

But the trust paid property taxes. And the check for the taxes came from a domestic account.

I traced the routing number.

It led back to a bank in New Jersey. A small, community bank in a town called Newark.

The account holder wasn't a person. It was a corporation.

*Phoenix Management.*

The same shell company that paid Dr. Thorne. The same shell company I had been authorizing payments to for ten years.

The money wasn't just going out. It was coming back in.

Arthur was paying himself.

I dug deeper into the Phoenix Management ledger. The inflows were massive. Millions of dollars a month.

And the outflows?

*Medical Supplies.* *Security Services.* *Waste Management.*

And rent.

Rent paid to a company called *H.B. Consulting.*

I stared at the screen.

It was a loop. A perfect, closed financial loop. Arthur was moving money from the construction company to the shell company, using it to pay off the doctor and the facility, and then funneling the rest back into his own pockets through "consulting fees."

But why? Why go to all this trouble? Why not just pay for the facility legitimately?

Because the money wasn't just for care.

I looked at the dates of the largest transfers.

February 2016. May 2018. August 2021.

They coincided perfectly with the start dates of Hawthorne Construction’s biggest projects. The Millennium Tower. The Harbor Point Bridge. The new stadium.

The "waste management" fees spiked during the excavation phases of each project.

Arthur wasn't just burying bodies. He was billing the company for the privilege.

He was using corporate funds to dispose of the evidence of his side business.

And I had signed every check.

I closed the laptop. My hands were cold.

The money trail proved the fraud. It proved the embezzlement. But it didn't prove the bodies.

For that, I needed a physical location.

I looked at the address of the Phoenix Management bank branch again. Newark, New Jersey.

And then I saw it.

The address of the registered agent for Phoenix Management wasn't Dr. Thorne. Not anymore. It had been updated last month.

The new address was local.

*1400 Pineview Road.*

The facility.

The money was going in a circle. But it ended at a physical address.