Page 47 of Oleander

“After you were targeted.”

“After Platform Nine. Being targeted only ended my talent for excuses.” Hollis leaned toward his lawyer and whispered too loudly.

“He worked for me.”

Several jurors looked at him. The judge looked over her glasses. Hollis sat back, furious at everyone for hearing the truth in the sentence.

The defense called experts who blamed cascading mechanical failure, fragmented management, and unforeseeable crew error. Their charts were polished. Their language was careful. Under cross-examination, each conceded the same point: accurate inspection reports would have required shutdowns, and the reports presented to senior leadership had been altered after Hollis objected to their conclusions.

Hollis insisted on testifying.

His lawyers argued with him in a conference room. The argument carried through the wall. When they returned, one attorney looked ill and the other looked resigned. Hollis took the oath with the confidence of a man approaching a podium at his own awards dinner.

For an hour, he nearly succeeded. He spoke about jobs created, wells rescued, communities funded, and risks accepted by everyone who worked offshore. He remembered numbers without notes. He referred to the dead as members of the Burton family. He described Dorothy as compassionate but unwell near the end, a woman manipulated by activists and disloyal employees.

The prosecutor began with a single email. Hollis denied writing it until she displayed the authentication record. He denied understanding its attachment until she showed his reply. He denied ordering the shutdown recommendation removed until she played the meeting audio. Each denial lasted minutes. Each contradiction remained on the screen after he abandoned it.

“Were all these people lying?” she asked.

“They were protecting themselves.”

“Ms. Keene?”

“Protecting herself.”

“Mr. Voss?”

“A traitor.”

“Dorothy Martin?” Hollis looked toward the jury.

“My wife betrayed me.”

“That was not my question.”

Hollis’s composure split. He blamed Dorothy for distributing private property. He blamed Voss for failing to obey. He blamed the crews for accepting overtime and the regulators for approving operations. When the prosecutor asked who bore responsibility for his own orders, he said responsibility was a word invented after failure by people who had never built anything.

No further question was necessary.

The jury deliberated for three days. On the fourth morning, the courtroom filled before sunrise. Hollis entered smiling faintly, performing confidence for cameras he could not see. The foreperson stood and delivered guilty verdict after guilty verdict. The clerk read through obstruction, fraud, conspiracy, environmental offenses, false statements, witness tampering, and destruction of evidence. The word guilty repeated until it stopped sounding like a word and became a measure.

Hollis did not move until the final count. Then he turned to his attorneys.

“Fix it.” Neither answered.

The bankruptcy court proceeded alongside the criminal case. Burton Drilling’s remaining rigs, leases, vessels, aircraft, accounts, and real estate were sold or placed into managed trusts. The Imperium went to auction. Hollis’s homes, art, vehicles, private investments, and hidden accounts were seized through forfeiture and collection orders. Lawyers fought over priority, but the judge required a transparent victim compensation process before unsecured insiders received anything.

Dorothy had prepared for that fight too. Years earlier, through counsel independent of Burton Drilling, she had established a private fund for Platform Nine victims and their families. She funded it with assets Hollis had placed in her name and with proceeds from property she sold before her death. Her instructions were simple: the fund was to supplement, never replace, money recovered from Hollis and the company.

The available money could not restore lives, marriages, health, or years spent waiting for the truth. It could pay medical bills, replace lost income, support children, and keep families from being ruined a second time.

Under a court-approved plan, the victims would share the recovered funds according to documented loss, with Dorothy’s private fund filling gaps the bankruptcy estate and seized assets could not reach.

At sentencing, the families returned carrying statements instead of photographs. One widow described the empty side of her bed. A former technician described waking at the sound of alarms that were not there. A daughter spoke about graduating without her father and receiving a company condolence letter signed by machine.

Hollis addressed the court last. He expressed regret for losses but accepted no blame. He called the prosecution selective, the bankruptcy destructive, and the forfeiture vindictive. He said Burton Drilling would have survived if the government had not frightened investors. He did not mention Dorothy by name.

The judge waited until he finished. She spoke about federal sentencing law, the advisory guidelines, the scale of the harm, and Hollis’s use of wealth and authority to obstruct accountability. She noted that the federal system offered no ordinary parole from the sentence she was about to impose. She also noted his age, not as mitigation, but as a fact he had invoked while offering none of the victims the same concern for the years taken from them.