From: New Times News
By Stefan Kamph Thursday, Jun 21 2012
June Clarkson |
went to Ernie's Bar-B-Q in Fort Lauderdale to have lunch with her supervisor, Bob Julian; and some coworkers. It was a Friday in May 2011, the end of a hectic workweek at the local economic crimes unit of the Office of the Attorney General.
Clarkson, a small, lively woman with glasses and blond hair, had left
a private law firm to accept the sub-$60,000-a-year job. She relished
the idea of being a public watchdog, of digging into the records of
companies to catch them trying to cheat customer
"It was just right up my alley: people defrauding other people,
companies defrauding the public. I thought it was the best thing that
had ever fallen into my lap," Clarkson recalls.
She worked closely with colleague Theresa Edwards.
Their typical assignments involved consumer fraud, but in 2010, they
started getting calls from hard-up homeowners. Millions of families had
faced foreclosure in the wake of the housing collapse; most had
capitulated under the power of giant banks and simply surrendered their
homes. But more and more, Clarkson was hearing from individuals who were
fighting back.
These homeowners noticed mistakes in the documents that the banks
were using as the basis to seize people's homes: strange signatures,
missing information, notary seals with no signature, dates in the
future. Skeptics began wondering whether these were in fact not innocent
mistakes but symptoms of intentional and possibly systemic fraud.
Clarkson and Edwards were some of the first public officials willing to
listen to these accusations.
Clarkson noticed Julian's phone ringing during lunch but didn't pay
much attention. They drove back to the downtown Fort Lauderdale office
building they shared with several of the area's most powerful law firms.
Clarkson returned to her desk, reading through piles of documents. Recently she had been investigating Lender Processing Services
(LPS), a company that, by some estimates, helped prepare paperwork for
half the foreclosures in the country. Every time she found a red flag — a
suspect signature, perhaps, or an intriguing memo — she went next door
to Julian's office and showed him. But since lunch, he hadn't been
acting normally, she thought. Clarkson came back a couple of times, and
each time she announced a discovery, it seemed to pain Julian.
Eventually he closed his door, but Clarkson knocked again. Julian just
looked up at her. She thought he might be sick. "What's the matter?" she
asked. "I'm doing a good job!"
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