I say, “Remember how I told Sam to enter my code last?”
Callie nods.
“As you know, Victor is a computer genius too. He’s been working with Sam’s Web site for months. He couldn’t access the accounts without the names, but he reset all the data parameters. All the funds went to the last account entered.”
“But Lou said he personally put the money in his account,” Rachel says.
“This computer had nothing to do with the accounts,” I say. “That’s why Sam couldn’t make it work a few minutes ago. Lou was inputting data directly onto Victor’s computer screen, not the bank’s. We wouldn’t have trusted anyone with nine billion dollars and a keystroke. Not even Lou Kelly.” “So he never saw the money at all,” Callie says. “The nine billion was just a made-up number?” I nod. “It’s a close estimate. We won’t know how much there is until I access my account. That’s where the money is.” “Victor trusts you to do the right thing?” Callie says. “Wouldn’t you?” “I would,” she says. “You may be a killer, but you’re not a crook.”
From behind me, Rachel pipes up. “Kevin is not a killer. He’s the nicest man I know.” Callie says, “You poor thing.” I kneel back down and check Sam’s pulse. To Rachel, I say, “He’s going to be all right. You want to go home now?” She looks puzzled. “You mean we get to keep the house?” I smile. “To pack some clothes. We’re going on vacation.” “What about my job?” “You’re quitting.” “But—” “Come here a sec. I want to show you something.” I sit at the computer, log into the Citizen’s Bank Web page, and type in an account number. Rachel’s name comes up. “That’s my name,” she says. “But I don’t bank there.” “I opened this account for you,” I say, pulling up her balance. “Check it out.” “Twenty-five million dollars?” I nod.
“Oh … my … God!”
She starts dancing around the room, hopping up and down and squealing like a banshee with her first orgasm. While she does that, I access my account and check the last deposit.
“Nine billion seven hundred million and change,” I say.
“Nice haul,” Callie says.
“You and Eva have plans for spending it?”
“Not yet. We’ll kick back and enjoy our life awhile.”
“How many years can she perform?”
“Solo trapeze? If she stays injury free, one, maybe two more years.”
“She won’t stay on after she gets demoted?”
Callie smiles. “She won’t need to, now.”
Rachel’s pirouette ends. She kisses my cheek and says, “I love you, Kevin.”
“Does that mean you’ll vacation with me?”
“Can I bring my sex toys?”
“That’s my girl!”
Sam starts coming to.
“Will he be okay?” Rachel asks.
“I think so. Just to be safe, I’ll have Callie take him to a hospital.”
“Thanks, Callie,” Rachel says.
“My pleasure,” Callie says, sweetly.
Then she and I exchange a knowing look.