Money rolls
Our new series of thrillers – produced and directed by CustomerXPs and Banking Technology – narrate the tales of the fight between the forces of good (the Clari5 analytics and anti-fraud software) and the forces of evil. Based on real events and guaranteed to keep you on the edge of your seat!
Wednesday, June 20, 11.06 am
Swish, swish, swish, a continuous untiring, unceasing sound like the rhythmic sound of a windshield wiper emanating in the room, unmindful of the busy bankers going about their daily business. Rows upon rows and columns upon columns of data were being swept, mined and recorded for activity and information.
Clari5 was at it again. Going about its daily chores, without a stop. Its human-brain like intelligence constantly on the lookout. For anything it could sink its teeth into. It loved anomalies. Strange fetish!
Clari5 will find you
On the 16th floor of the realty firm of Keller & Core, Sheenan was busy logging in some information. He could be closing an all-cash deal for that million dollar beach-front property in the Hamptons. His commission from that deal would be sizeable. He was looking forward to purchasing a new surf board and those boom speakers for his car.
His client, Ross, middle-40s, was a successful “antique dealer” and he knew exactly what he wanted. His clothes reeked of “designer”. The watch – a killer Patek Philippe, the wheels – a Jaguar XF, all screamed “serious money”, from a mile away. Sheenan and he hit the vibe and Sheenan liked Ross and the way he operated. Good money in antiques, he thought.
Ross pulled at his Fuente Don Arturo and thought about the next shipment. His mind kept going back to Sheenan.
“He could be a good bet. Small chunks about a couple of large ones, every second day. Hmm…”
Smoke from his cigar swirled as Ross continued to formulate his plan of getting Sheenan on his side.
Thursday, June 21, 7.30 am at the beach-front villa
“Good morning Mr. Ross. It’s a beautiful day. The view is spectacular in the morning.”
“Hello Sheenan. Thank you for coming out so early.”
“No problem, Mr. Ross.”
“Hope you had time to think it over, Sheenan. Old could be gold if you wanted it.”
Sheenan smiles and shakes hands with Ross. The deal is done. He rubs his hands in silent glee as old is now going to turn into gold for him.
Tuesday, June 26, 10.47 am
Ping. Sheenan Cooper – deposit of $3,000 in salary account.
Thursday, June 28, 11.03 am
Ping. Sheenan Cooper – deposit of $3,000 in salary account.
Saturday, June 30, 11.03 am
Ping. Sheenan Cooper – deposit of $4,000 in salary account.
Pause.
Clari5 paused. $3,000–4,000 on alternate days. Clari5’s artificial intelligence (AI) picked up these kind of anomalies. Quick check-through of previous deposits’ data on the account, behaviour pattern studies, little bits of information filed for over the last six months on Sheenan Cooper. Nyet! No such anomaly. Clari5 makes a decision – time to notify. Sheenan Cooper, red “flag”. Suspicious.
“Thank God for ambitious kids like Sheenan – so damned easy to get them to do your bidding. This deal and deed’s done. And good thing banks don’t have eyes at the back of their heads”, thought Ross.
Monday, July 2, 10.05 am
The bank’s fraud and AML supervisor Jim pauses, crinkling his forehead trying to remember. The report has a “red flag” against a few but one that stands out is Sheenan Cooper.
That young, bright blonde kid that Keira had introduced seemed so positive and earnest. “$10,000 in over three days? What the hell is going on?” Jim is bemused.
Jim filed a suspicious activity report (SAR) against Sheenan. This was a mandate by FinCEN for any deposits of $10,000 in any account. “Poor kid! Wonder what he’s got himself into?” Jim thinks to himself.
October 17, 6.15 am, Sheenan’s apartment
“What’s going on, officer? What’s all this about?”
“Sheenan Cooper! You are under arrest for money laundering and aiding and abetting illegal siphoning of funds. You have the right to remain silent…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What? But Ross Palanik was the guy… what about going after the big fish, have you spoken to him?”
“He’s being handcuffed as we speak and being taken for questioning.”
Swish, swish, swish, a continuous untiring, unceasing sound like the rhythmic sound of a windshield wiper emanated in the room. Rows upon rows and columns upon columns of data were being swept, mined and recorded for activity and information. An occasional ping disturbed the swish.
Clari5 was at it again. It loved anomalies. Strange fetish!
