Alex also read the article in the paper. The hint at a connection between Sergio and the Mafia was anything but speculation; it was the absolute truth. The ugly man whom she’d encountered at Sergio’s house was David Zuckerman’s killer. Sergio had no doubt lied to her. She had believed his reassurances because she had wanted to believe him.
On Saturday night, she had managed to escape from his house unnoticed. Driving back to the city, she briefly contemplated calling Oliver, but she didn’t. The memory of his contempt was still too vivid, and she wouldn’t have been able to bear it if he slammed the door in her face. She had been wide awake all night as she sat in her dark apartment, trembling with fear and trying to gather her thoughts. Sergio didn’t suspect that she’d found out the truth about him, and he must never find out. Once again, the fear crept up inside of her. Were all the guests at Sergio’s party really as clueless as she assumed? Or was she the only one in the dark? It seemed impossible to her that the governor, the publisher of Time magazine, even LMI’s board members, could turn a blind eye.
Alex got to the office early the next morning. She was biting her lower lip, contemplating how she could cool off her relationship with Sergio without raising suspicion, when she heard a knock on her glass office door. Her nerves were so tense, she jumped up as if someone had just shot her.
“Hi, Alex.” It was Mark. He was surprised by her frightened expression. “Here are the documents about Xiao-Ling Industries and Midway Porter.”
“Okay, thanks.” Alex nodded absentmindedly. Fortunately, she was going to be able to get away from Sergio for eight days. She had to take a business trip to Asia and Europe with John Kwai, and this would give her time to develop a strategy.
“How are you?” Mark asked in a concerned voice. “You look sick.”
“I’m feeling great,” she replied and forced a smile. It occurred to her that Mark was friends with Oliver. Had Oliver told him about the embarrassing episode in his apartment?
“Is there anything else?” she asked Mark, who was still holding the files in his hands and looked like he had something else on his mind.
“There’s something that I’d like to talk to you about,” he said.
“Is it urgent? I have another meeting, then I need to leave for the airport.”
“Maybe it’s important,” Mark answered in a serious tone. “I’ve compiled some information that you should read. There are inconsistencies that I stumbled upon during the last few weeks. I know that you don’t want to hear about it, but I’m sure that this will interest you.”
He placed a large envelope on her desk.
“What kind of information is this?” Alex eyed her employee suspiciously. She saw Zack strolling around the trading floor. Mark also spotted him. It was still relatively quiet because the stock exchange had not yet opened, and Zack was talking with some of the traders.
“It would be better if St. John doesn’t get a hold of this envelope,” Mark said. An uneasy feeling suddenly overcame her.
“Why are you giving me this now, of all times?” she asked. Mark threw a quick glance at the trading floor.
“I want you to know that you can trust me,” he said, lowering his voice, “but probably not many others in here. Please, Alex, take a look, but don’t speak about it to anyone.”
At that moment, Zack stepped into Alex’s office, whereupon Mark excused himself and left. Alex put the envelope into her briefcase together with other documents she needed for the trip.
“You left so quickly Saturday.” Zack sat down on one of the visitor’s chairs unasked, and his eyes curiously glanced over her desk. “You missed the fireworks. It was phenomenal.”
“I’m sure,” Alex said, trying to act relaxed, “but I was dead tired all of a sudden. And I need to fly to Hong Kong today.”
While Zack made small talk about the fireworks and the party, Alex had the feeling that there was a ticking bomb in her briefcase, and Zack’s warning suddenly entered her mind: Be careful with Vitali. She wished she could ask him what he’d meant by that. Did he know about Sergio? She didn’t know what to believe anymore.
Alex had no idea how she would act toward Sergio when she returned to New York. As expected, the press jumped on the scandal that the Zuckerman murder ignited during the summer slump. Regardless of the respectability of the newspaper or television station, the topic of the Mafia in New York was gleefully exploited. Alex bought every American newspaper she could get her hands on and vigilantly followed the reports while she was abroad. Sergio was publicly accused of involvement in the murder at the Milford Plaza, and his father’s criminal past was once again covered extensively. Although every accusation raised against Sergio was dug up out of the archives, none of the journalists dared to call him a gangster. But the intense speculation was enough to portray him in an unfavorable light.
Alex had opened the envelope the moment she reached her Hong Kong hotel room. It contained a neatly bound stack of copied newspaper clippings about Gilbert Shanahan. Alex broke out in goose bumps as she read them. She also found a list of all the deals she had completed in recent months: Camexco, Hanson, American Road Map, National Concrete, Sherman Industries, Seattle Pacific Woods, Inc., Diamond Crown, Redwood Lumber, Storer, Hale-Newport, A&R, and Micromax. Mark had researched meticulously and discovered that either the Panamanian holding company of SeViCo or a company called Sunset Properties was behind every client. Sunset Properties had been incorporated in the British Virgin Islands since 1985. He had created a diagram of arrows that all converged into one point.
Alex was perplexed and shook her head. What was this supposed to mean? Additionally, there was a list of investment funds launched by LMI in recent months. Many of these funds were issued as a way to finance their deals. One of the funds—Private Equity Technology Partners—was highlighted in yellow marker; with five hundred million dollars in capital, it was larger than the average fund. It was highly speculative and invested in new technology-oriented start-ups. This included another fund called Venture Capital SeaStarFriends Limited Partnership.
Alex lit a cigarette and stared at the area highlighted in yellow. She didn’t understand the connections and turned the page. Then she suddenly froze. Are you kidding me, or are you really that naive? SeViCo. Sergio Vitali Corporation. The hand holding her cigarette started to tremble. Some of my companies also do business with LMI…This is what Sergio told her when she asked him whether he was involved with LMI. Here it was in black-and-white. SeViCo was behind every single deal that she’d worked on and closed over the last few months. Alex flipped back a few pages. Venture Capital SeaStarFriends Limited Partnership. Sea Star—Stella Maris. Was all of this a coincidence? She turned to the last page of Mark’s summary, holding her breath. On the top of the page it said in handwriting:
NBC Broadcast Satellite Corp. acquired 100 percent of the shares of the Tallahassee News Group in April 1997. The buyer in this deal was represented by LMI. TNG’s stock price rose to an all-time high of 235/16 in March 1997 and subsequently fell to 715/16. Simultaneously, an IBC called Magnolia Limited Partnership was incorporated in the British Virgin Islands with $320,000 in capital. These strong price fluctuations in TNG’s stock were then investigated by the SEC. Gilbert Shanahan was summoned and run over by a truck the day of the hearing. As it turned out, the legal department at LMI had prepared the articles of incorporation for Magnolia, whose sole shareholder was Gilbert Shanahan. LMI claimed in front of the SEC that they knew nothing about it, and by doing so passed the buck to Shanahan, who was—quite conveniently—already dead at that point in time.