Usually, embezzlement cases in public agencies are, if not boring, at the very least extremely predictable:
- Municipality/Agency/Authority X finds out that Trusted Longtime Employee Y has been running a fake vendor scam for several years, and has stolen $Z.Z million dollars in order to satisfy their addiction to Indian casino slot machines and flowery Vera Bradley purses.
- Everyone is “shocked. shocked I tell you” that Y is a con-artist. Why, she went to church every Sunday and fed the local stray cats, and she used to always bring in her famous turducken/donut sandwiches for the employee holiday potluck! A person such as this COULDN’T POSSIBLY be a (whispered) criminal. I mean, she’s not even a black guy for chrissake!
- The Mayor/City Council/Board of Trustees of said public entity shits bricks in private, then professes to have known nothing in public, having been hoodwinked by a Master Criminal and kept in the dark by the career managers.
- The media creates a temporary firestorm of publicity, whipping up the locals into a state of understandable rage. Then, as quickly as they appeared, the Nancy Grace’s of the world are off to the next Pretty White Girl Kidnapping or heartwarming animal story
- Staff who aren’t fired or indicted are left to figure out what the hell happened and how to continue to do the business of the agency with little or no executive management, reduced budgets, and sky-high stress levels
- The perp tearfully confesses to the judge at her sentencing hearing, insisting that “she just doesn’t know what got into her,” and blaming her financial transgressions on the death of her labradoodle ten years ago. The judge, while moved by this vacuous display of self-interested apologia, realizes he can’t just let this perp walk free, because he’s been handing out 25-to-life sentences to the poor and the unconnected like traffic tickets to the locals in Ferguson, Missouri, so he gives her eighteen months in County and a “strong admonishment” not to do it again.
- Perp does her time quietly, and then, once paroled, seems to spend an awful lot of time in her flower garden, digging up something that appears to have been buried there.
- Lather, rinse, repeat. The names, places, and amounts change, but it’s always some variation of that timeline.
Not in this story, though. This shit is NUTS. It’s got it all: Embezzlement, money laundering, perjury, wire fraud, bank fraud, insurance fraud, suicide, document fabrication, death threats, the entire county executive team getting indicted by a grand jusry, and so much more. Seems like sleepy little Front Royal, Virginia was more less like Mayberry (per the story), and more like Twin Peaks. From the WaPo:
Here’s another account from the Northern Virginia Daily, a local newspaper that’s done a lot of investigative work on the story as well.
Then there’s the Mad Mother, a Facebook page that has become a repository of news about the case, run by a Front Royal local who is, well, mad as Hell. Apparently, there’s been a proverbial GOBN (Good Ole’ Boy Network) in picturesque Warren County for many decades. I can’t say the info posted on her site is verified journalism, but it sure makes for interesting reading…
At the end of it all, one can only reach the same conclusions that are always there in these cases: Where was the oversight? The internal controls? Why wasn’t this caught sooner? What will it take for people to learn that when the opportunity for fraud exists, there WILL be (not MAY be) people who steal. As the anonymous quote states: “The lesson will be repeated until it is learned.”