Showing posts with label banking. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Smurfs, Potatoes and Real Estate: Carl Vonderau on the Wild World of Money Laundering

 The winner of Rachel Zemach's THE BUTTERFLY CAGE is Pat S! Pat, please email Diana at  todd823diana at gmail for your copy!

 

JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Among the three classic "white shoe" professions - law, medicine, and banking - the last hasn't given us very many authors. There are loads of lawyers-turned-writers, and former doctors have been selling mysteries since Arthur Conan Doyle. But bankers? Not so much. Which is a shame, because I, like many of you, adore financial thrillers. This is why I was so excited to see Carl Vonderau had followed up his award-winning debut, Murderabilia, with Saving Myles, which deals with parents willing to do anything to save their son, including - you guessed it - money laundering...

Be sure to comment, because one lucky person will be winning a copy of SAVING MYLES!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was a banker for many years and my books have all been financial thrillers. But that doesn’t make me an expert on money laundering. Sure, I’d heard about “smurfs.” 

In the nineties, smurfs ran from bank to bank and made $9,000 deposits. This was because banks had to report any cash deposits above $10,000 to the Treasury Department. 

Once at my bank in Montreal, a man came in from the Turks and Caicos and wanted our bank to hold his funds for an investment project in a mine somewhere in Northern Quebec. He said his money came from the Middle East and he showed us scrapbooks of pictures of him with Arab sheiks. When he found out my boss was involved with Kiwanis he said his goal in life was to help children. My boss told him we had to do an Interpol investigation and the conversation changed. The man tore up his resume and said he had tax issues. He would take himself out of the deal and referred us to his two local colleagues. Whereas he only spoke English, they spoke little besides French and knew almost nothing about what he was doing. We never found out where this money really came from or how he actually intended to use our bank..

 So how did I learn the ins and outs of laundering money? The first place I went to was an organization called the Association of Certified Anti-Money Laundering Specialists. They teach their members how to identify and prevent laundering. I enrolled in courses and even went to some meetings in San Diego. I was surrounded by bank employees, casino staff, and law enforcement people from the Treasury Department, District Attorney’s Office, and Homeland Security. I got some pretty weird looks when I told them I was an author. Maybe they thought I was gearing up to start my own money movement business. At least I could say I used to be a banker.

Thrillerfest also helped me. The FBI rep there connected me with two agents. I also knew another author who worked in the DEA and he connected me to his money laundering specialist. Little by little I’ve learned enough to be arrested if I put it into practice.

Here are the basics. There are three stages of money laundering: Placement, Layering, and Integration. Placement is when a criminal organization inserts funds into the financial system without raising suspicion. It is usually the most difficult phase of laundering. Banks note any amount of cash over $10,000, as well as any transaction that its suspicious. If someone transfers several million dollars from Europe or Asia to start a business, the bank receiving the funds will insist on knowing the history of where the money came from, as well as all backgrounds of the people involved.

At one of my meetings at ACAMS, a man from Homeland Security told me how the Sinaloa Cartel used to place all their USD drug cash.

They’d smuggle it out of the U.S. hidden in cars or other vehicles. Then they’d route it through hotels and money exchange houses to look like tourist money. The cartel would accumulate it and ship it in trucks to the U.S., declaring the funds at the border. Now they could legally deposit their cash in U.S. banks. There’s a reason there are money exchanging businesses on every corner in Tijuana.

 And how is this suspected money laundering reported? A bank is supposed to fill out Suspicious Transaction Reports and Suspicious Activity Reports (SARs) for anything that is questionable. For instance, some San Diego bank branches have received training on how to spot prostitutes making deposits for their pimps. They will fill out SARs when they see this.

FinCen, the Treasury Department’s Financial Crimes Enforcement Network, collects this information. There are huge fines if a bank misses reporting something that later turns out to be illegal. To protect them, FinCen has prohibited banks from informing their clients that they’ve reported them. You can imagine the result. There are thousands of SARs and STRs submitted each week. Then consider that FinCen offers open access to its database to more than 10,000 government users. With so much information, almost all of it is ignored. But if the FBI suspects someone, they will research them with FinCen. I can only wonder how FinCen will apply artificial intelligence to this mountain of information.

The second phase of money laundering is called layering. This involves moving the money around from entity to entity so no one can trace where it came from. One way is to transfer it from one company to another through commercial transactions. For instance a criminal organization can set up companies in the U.S. and Colombia. If the U.S. company has successfully placed cash in a U.S. bank, they can use that money to purchase a product in the U.S. and sell it to a company it secretly owns in Colombia. The Colombian company receives the product and sells it in Colombia. Voila. The money is back in Colombia. International trade has become one of the prime mechanisms for layering. One source estimated that 7% of U.S. trade involves money laundering.

And what products do these organizations choose to trade? Some of the most popular commodities are gold, diamonds, and oil. These are readily valued, highly liquid, and easily transported. Car parts are also quite common. They use art too. And here’s a strange one.

 Potatoes from Idaho. A drug cartel bought them with cash and exported the produce to Latin America. Anything can be used to layer money—like travelers checks, debit cards, gift cards, and the stock market. Or charities that make donations to fake charities in other countries.

The last stage of money laundering is integration, when cleaned money is reinvested. 

The Russians bought real estate in London, New York, and Florida. The Tijuana Cartel not only bought real estate but other businesses, as well. Enedina Arellano Felix was an accountant and helped her brothers launder money. After her brothers were arrested or killed, she became the head of the cartel and faded from sight. Instead of settling business disputes with violence—like her brothers—she forged alliances with other cartels and branched into other parts of the Mexican economy. She is supposed to have invested the family money in real estate, pharmacies and other legitimate businesses. Would she have avoided the largest market on the planet? I suspect that her family has lots of interests in the U.S. Enedina Arellano Felix knew a much less deadly way to build family wealth. 

With all this research I was able to put all three phases of money laundering into my book, Saving Myles. If you want to learn more and are coming to Bouchercon, drop into my spotlight presentation on Saturday at 8:00 am. I also have more information on my newsletters of July 5, 19, and August 1 on my website. You can even email me at CarlVonderauAuthor@gmail.com.

 

Have you had to deal with money laundering in your businesses? There are so many stories, and I’d love to hear yours.

 

When the FBI can’t help, an unassuming banker takes matters into his own hands to bring his son home

Wade, a respected banker in La Jolla, CA, and his estranged wife, Fiona, make the unbearable decision to send their teenage son, Myles, away to an expensive treatment center after a streak of harmful behavior. After a year of treatment, Myles comes home, seemingly rehabilitated. But soon, he sneaks off to Tijuana to buy drugs—and is kidnapped.

When the ransom call comes, Fiona is frantic and accepts help from Andre, the Quebecois whose charity Fiona runs. Wade is wary of Andre’s reputation and the bank he owns, but seeing no other way to secure a kidnap negotiator or the ransom, he swallows his doubts to get his son home.

In order to get the ransom money, Wade makes a deal with Andre—he’ll work for Andre’s bank in exchange for the cash. But as Wade races to rescue Myles before his kidnappers lose their patience, he realizes he’s wrapped up in more crime than just a kidnapping—he’s now indebted to a cartel.

 

Carl Vonderau grew up in Cleveland in a religious family that believed God could heal all illness. Maybe that’s why he went to college in California. After majoring in economics and dabbling in classical guitar, he ended up with a career in banking. Carl has lived and worked internationally and has managed to put his foot in his mouth in several languages. He brought his banking expertise to his debut thriller, Murderabilia, which won a Lefty, as well as to his forthcoming novel, Saving Myles. Carl is president of the San Diego chapter of Sisters in Crime. You can find out more about Carl and his books at his website, you can friend him on Facebook, follow him on Twitter as @CarlVonderau and see him on Instagram as @CarlVonderau.

Monday, June 9, 2014

The Way We Were



Helllloooooo..
HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN:  Going to the bank. Back in the day, I'd race over there, every Friday, with my such-as-it-was paycheck. Some weeks, it was literally beat-the-bank to make sure I got that money deposited before the bank debited my checks. Now? I hardly ever walk inside a bank--it's all electronic, with an occasional stop at the ATM. When I do go inside, it's weirdly empty, a vast marble room, with vaults and teller cages. Mostly empty. The banking ritual is history.

Like so many other things that used to be central to our lives, it's vanishing.

When was the last time you made frozen orange juice? You know, that you'd have to kind of thaw, before would goosh out into the pitcher? I thought about that the other day. Things we simply
don't do anymore, and happy to see that one go.

 I hardly ever watch TV shows when they're actually on. It used to be a ritual--Ed Sullivan on Sunday!  LA Law! Dallas.  Now its The Good Wife and Game of Thrones--but they're available whenever we want to watch them. The TV ritual is history.

But some rituals, although on the verge of being outmoded, are still valuable to me. How about reading the paper? The actual paper? Is still am so happy, especially Sunday mornings, when we can spread out with three newspapers and bagels and coffee and luxuriate for an hour or so. I would miss that, if it were all on a tablet. It's not the same. Reading the paper is a good ritual.

And getting the mail. I LOVE to get the mail. I look forward to it, almost as if there was going to be something other than bills (now mostly on line) and ads and weird coupon fliers and fifteen catalogs from Levenger. The "real mail" ritual is still a good one.

I still take notes on a legal pad instead of in a Word doc. Why? My producer teases me about being old-fashioned. But it works for me.

What vanishing rituals do you have? Which are you holding on to?


LUCY BURDETTE: Me too on the paper, Hank. We get the New York Times and the Key West Citizen every day. Online is just not the same...And the mail too, although it's less exciting than it used to be. (I mean, not so much good stuff comes in:). Too funny about Levenger! I bought one thing from them and it's been a deluge ever since.

Things that have gone by the wayside: Easter dinner. After the eggs were hunted and the Easter baskets were found, we'd put on our new dresses and hats and go off to church. Then my mother would cook a big dinner--often lamb roast, which I don't like anyway. These days I might make Easter brunch, but never dinner in the middle of the day.


HALLIE EPHRON: I go to my bank all the time, and you're right it's pretty empty. So how come does it seem like every time there's a new business being built on a corner somewhere, it's a bank?


Vanishing rituals, some I miss, some not so much...
- Going to the dry cleaner. I don't buy it if I can't wash it. Not something I miss.
- Going to the movies
- Going to the video store
- Going to the dump (it is no more)
- Making my own pie crust - I confess the ready made Pillsbury is pretty darned good
- Picking up the poop my neighbors' dogs deposit on the sidewalk

RHYS BOWEN: I still go to the bank. I think it's a good idea to have a relationship with a bank manager, just in case...

But how about getting shoes heeled? haven't done that in years. Dry cleaners occasionally, but I no longer buy things like slacks that need cleaning almost every time.


And dinner parties--who gives dinner parties these days. We do occasionally but we're sort of the only ones. Other couples invite us to meet them in restaurants. I still enjoy having friends and family around the table at home.

Writing thank you notes, on real cards? I try to for the big events. My grandkids phone to thank me, but don't write real letters the way I made my children.


And one thing I really regret--letting kids run wild all summer, out all day just playing, exploring,
making up their own games. Now it's play dates and camps and scheduled activities. I still treasure my free running summers.

DEBORAH CROMBIE: Oh, Rhys, that is so true about the kids' freedom. Summer was one long ritual when I was a child. You got up in the morning, you went outside and you played all day.  You just had to be in for supper. Where is there room for imagination in all those scheduled activities? But I suspect that's a subject for another day...

My vanishing rituals... Easter, certainly, as there are no little ones to do eggs and baskets for. And even when my daughter was growing up we'd pretty much abandoned the "new Easter dress and patent leather shoes" that were so essential in my childhood. This year my daughter and I decided we'd all go to Mi Cocina for our favorite Mexican food and sit on the patio. Suits me.

I have mixed feeling about the newspapers. I gave up print all together for about a year, and I really missed it. Lucy's right, it's just not the same online. So now I take the Dallas Morning News on Wednesday (the food section) and Sunday, and the New York Times Friday through Sunday. The problem is, I hardly ever have time to read a fraction of the things I want to read, so the unread piles of newspaper accumulate and make me feel both cluttered and nagged.

We've never been a family for Sunday dinners, but for years I've made Sunday brunch. Something we don't have during the week, like French toast or whole grain pancakes. But the last year or so even that seems to have fallen by the wayside. I always seem to have too much to catch up on to cook. We have kept up with our Sunday night homemade pizza ritual, however, something we've done for years.


Which brings me to TV.  I know it's great to be able to time-shift everything, but I do sort of miss the ritual TV nights. For us, it was The X-Files on Sunday (that was what started the Sunday-night pizza) and for me, ER on Thursday, without fail.

Now the DVRd TV shows are a bit like the piled up newspapers... more than I can manage.

JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: I've pretty much well and truly given up watching TV shows when they air.Why stay up and sit through ten minutes of commercials when I can watch when I want for the price of four 30-second ads? Also given up - not due to technology, but to age - dancing in clubs. I cannot remember the past time I went somewhere just to dance. Which is why I love weddings. I think more Bouchercons should have dances, like the one in Alaska did! 

Almost gone but not quite yet: my children's bedtime rituals. Overseeing tooth-brushing, saying prayers and singing a lullaby, coming back for one more drink of water... I still comb and braid Youngest's long hair before bedtime, and tuck her in and give her a blessing, but she'll be fourteen this August, and I know those moments will be over soon. Sigh.

HANK: Dear Julia, you always make me cry. Should we all dance at Bouchercon?
So Reds, when was the last time you...used rollers in your hair? Sat under a hair dryer? Made frozen OJ? Watched a show when it was actually on? What rituals and activities are vanishing from your life?
And one ritual we LOVE and face with crossed fingers--the arrival of a new book! I'll send an arc of TRUTH BE TOLD to one lucky commenter.

REDS THIS WEEK! 

Debs: is back from three weeks in London, recovering from jetlag, putting the finishing edits on To Dwell in Darkness, and plotting her next book.
Rhys: is vacationing on the continent
Hank: is celebrating, in week six on the Globe bestseller list for THE WRONG GIRL! and just won two Emmys for investigative reporting
Hallie: will be at the Milton Library tonight talking about summer reads for lovers of crime fiction
Julia: is splitting her time between working on the next Clare and Russ book, HID FROM OUR EYES, and hacking back several years of overgrowth in the forsythia border
Lucy: is sitting tight, writing 1000 word a day challenge with good pals S.W. Hubbard and Mike Cooper aka Mike Wiecek. More on what's coming next soon
Susan:  is coughing and watching Orange Is the New Black.  (She's under the weather..send good wishes!)

TOMORROW ON JUNGLE RED: Linda Fairstein!