John Dunlap sat behind his desk. The case against French Industries was just about ready to be submitted to the courts. He only hoped that The Department of Justice was also as close in their indictment as he was. Without them, he knew that he couldn’t take down a giant as big as French Industries.
Yes, he could make Toffer and his company pay for the tax evasion and fraud. He could even make the man spend time in prison. Maybe even Alcatraz. But he wanted to do more. Scheoneman had wanted more, but he’d had to resign. He knew that McGrath wanted more than a nominal tax-related convictions. Even McGrath wanted to take Toffer French down completely.
Both of them wanted to make an example out of French Industries. It was imperative that they did so. They could not allow such a gross disregard for the law, especially one that had been so openly flaunted, go unpunished.It was important to send a message to those who would flagrantly use power and wealth to break laws set in place to protect the people and, ultimately, the country.
Too many extremely wealthy men thought that they could control the wills of the masses. Too many of them thought that they didn’t have to live under the law. They tried to lie about their profits in business. They lied about their income off their profits. They lied about where they kept their billions.
They found ways to influence wars, incite riots, polarize the people, and basically make sure that everyone remained blind to the truth of what was going on. The rich had always thought of themselves as the ‘new aristocracy’ and believed themselves above the masses. Yet, when things got too much for them, and their business deals went sour, they always called upon the rest of the country yo bail them out.
McGrath sat in the Oval Office. He’d been asked to meet with Truman secretly. The President could not wait. Truman wanted to know every detail of this new case. The who. The what. The where. The why.
The Department of Justice answered to him. and Congress. Most of the time. They upheld the law and made sure all followed without err. Well, almost without err.
Most people did follow the rules. Rich or poor, they saw that the law was there to protect. But there were some within the upper crust, those who had companies and wanted to cut corners, who wanted to break all the rules. They seemed to believe that the laws did not apply to them even though they did.
That wasn’t to say that there weren’t criminals within the main population. There were. But poverty drove most who would otherwise be honest to do dishonest things. Sure, there were murderers and sex offenders. They had always existed. No doubt, they would always exist.
So did those who threatened the stability of the western world and civilization in general. Their greed and remorseless disdain for their fellow humans made them more of a threat than even the supposed communists that McCarthy and McCarran wanted to hunt. They wanted to subtly overthrow the governments and lay siege, subjugating them and becoming what they had always seen themselves as…aristocrats. Kings. Tyrants.
But those in office would not allow that. Not yet. McGrath wouldn’t allow it. Truman wouldn’t allow it.
Truman entered the room. “Now that we’re alone, tell me about this case. I hear it is quite interesting.”
McGrath nodded.”I Presume you are talking about the ‘French Industries’ case.”
Truman nodded. “Yes.”
McGrath smiled sadly. “It has been very interesting as far as complexity. It has also been very sickening.”
Truman’s brow furled. “How so?”
McGrath looked away. “Rape. Murder. Blackmail. Extortion. Everything you would expect from someone as cunning as Capone. But all within one city and state. And that doesn’t include what Schoeneman and his new replacement have on him at the IRS.”
Truman raised one brow, surprised. “That bad?”
McGrath nodded. “My half deals with father and son and their individual crimes. Toffer, the father, committed murder and rape without conscience. He defrauded his customers, blackmailed employees and competitors alike, and even ruined those he had already hurt.
“The boy isn’t any better. He has done ten times worse than his old man adding theft, burglary, and arson to the list of crimes. Not a good father-son duo.”
Truman nodded as he listened. “And how far along is the case progressing?”
McGrath looked back at the President. “I have a solid case built. I have just been waiting for John Dunlap’s case so we can proceed together.”
Dunlap entered. “Sorry I’m late. Had to put the final touches on the French case. I just got word that the Iowa Tax Commission and Iowa’s Attorney General are also getting ready to move forward.” He smiled a smile shaded in sarcasm. “Eddy sends his regards. Hard man to pull one’s self away from.”
Truman frowned. “Indeed. So do we have a case?”
Dunlap nodded. “I believe we do. It has taken over a year to build a strong enough case, but I believe we have one. Along with the case that Howard, there, has…I believe we can convict this man and his company every crime listed. Iowa seems to think the same thing.”
Truman smiled. “Good, good. Let’s get on with it. You two do what you do best. Just keep me informed.” He looked at Dunlap. “And don’t ever mention Eddy in my presence again. That man is not fit to run a sheep farm, let alone the FBI.”
Dunlap smiled. “Understood.”
McGrath and Dunlap left the presence of the President with a renewed sense of purpose. Together, they would begin the proceedings to bring down Toffer French. Working with their counterparts in the state of Iowa, they would do their best to bring French Industries to justice and put Toffer and his son in prison. This would not end well for father and son, but it would end nonetheless.