Sergio stared at the TV with a straight face. He slowly turned to the two men standing silently behind him.
“You screwed it up.” His voice was as cold as a glacier, and there was a deep crease of displeasure between his eyes. “What good is it to us if his wife and son are dead?”
Luca and Silvio looked down at the ground in embarrassment.
“Fucking hell!” Sergio suddenly screamed. “Am I surrounded by amateurs? Who had this idiotic idea of a car bomb?”
“Howard called us,” Luca eventually said. “First we planned to kill him on his way to the subway, but then Howard told us that he would take the limousine from now on for security reasons. A car bomb seemed to be the safest bet.”
“The safest thing would have been to put a bullet into this bastard’s head,” Sergio interrupted him angrily. “God damn it!”
“But then it wouldn’t have looked like an accident,” Silvio countered. “And you said—”
The telephone rang.
“I know what I said!” Sergio snarled at him. “A bomb doesn’t exactly look like an accident either!”
He signaled Luca to pick up the telephone.
“It’s Mr. van Mieren,” Luca said, and Sergio grabbed the phone. Nelson had been in Las Vegas since yesterday.
“I’m watching the news right now,” Nelson said, not wasting time to say hello. “I hope you’ve got nothing to do with this.”
“With what?”
“The bomb attack on the mayor.”
“Why would you think I had something to do with it?” Sergio controlled his anger, acting surprised.
“Because you just recently talked about getting Kostidis out of the way.”
“He’s got a lot of enemies in this city besides me.”
“I wish I believed you, Sergio.” Nelson sighed. “I’ve never questioned anything that you’ve done before. But this time I’ll only ask you once, and for our long friendship’s sake, I’m asking you to tell me the truth.”
“Is there someone with you?” Sergio asked warily.
Nelson was speechless for a moment. How could he be suspicious?
“Of course not,” he replied in irritation. “I’m calling from a secure telephone, and I’m alone. So?”
Sergio didn’t hesitate to take advantage of his oldest friend’s trust.
“I had nothing to do with the attack,” he said in a calm voice. “When I said to get Kostidis out of the way, I didn’t think about anything like this.”
Nelson wasn’t quite convinced, but he also had a hard time believing that Sergio would lie to him. After their conversation, Sergio turned to Luca and Silvio.
“Nelson mustn’t find out that we were involved in this. And it’s better if Massimo doesn’t know about it either.”
The two men nodded silently. They were relieved that their boss had seemed to come to terms with the botched operation.
“Okay,” Sergio said, “this one went wrong. The next time we’ll be more successful.”
The telephone rang again, and Luca picked up.
“It’s St. John,” he said. Sergio took the call. His face darkened noticeably while he listened, and then he hung up. Raymond Howard was dead. The loss of this important informer was more painful to Sergio than the failed assassination. Howard had been supplying him with invaluable information straight from the mayor’s office over the past several years. But Sergio Vitali tended not to worry about what he couldn’t change. Kostidis’s days were numbered anyway. Once the mayor was dead, he wouldn’t need a mole to spy on him anymore.
It was ten at night when Justin succeeded in penetrating the secret numbered accounts file at Levy & Villiers on Grand Cayman. Alex, Oliver, and Justin looked through countless accounts. Although many of them would have been interesting for the US tax authorities, the ones that Alex hoped to find were not among them. Justin eventually came across an extremely secure file that instantly aroused his curiosity. It took him almost an hour and a half to successfully hack it. The silence in the small room was thick enough to cut with a knife. The ashtray overflowed. Soda cans, empty packs of chips, and chocolate bar wrappers gathered around Justin’s revolving chair.
“Fucking hell,” he said quietly. “I’ve actually done it! We’re in!”
His eyes were glowing, and he grinned triumphantly. It was a tricky affair, yet he’d found a way to crack into the highly secure file.
“The guys in this joint really know their stuff when it comes to data security,” he said with honest admiration for his counterparts.
Alex and Oliver, who were about to fall asleep after several long hours in the cold fluorescent light of the basement office, jerked to attention.
“I think I found what you’re looking for,” said Justin, and Alex moved her chair next to his. She stared at the screen and couldn’t believe her eyes. The bankers on Grand Cayman had meticulously listed the account numbers and code names together with the dates the accounts were opened. These were followed by the name of the account holder and the address.
“What’s this?” Oliver asked. Alex didn’t answer.
“Is it normal to list addresses and names?” Justin asked.
“It’s not unusual,” Alex said, “because the bank is bound to secrecy by law. As you can see, it’s impossible to stumble upon this data. It seems pretty secure to me.”
She scanned an account statement with the code name “Amazed” that listed Mr. Frederick P. Hoffman as its owner. To her surprise, there were no investment funds or stock portfolios, just regular cash deposits in staggering amounts.
“What’s this?” Oliver urged curiously.
“Exactly what I was afraid to find.” Alex looked at him. “Bribes paid to numbered accounts.”
Oliver’s eyes widened and Alex turned toward the screen again.
“Senator Fred Hoffman,” she said. “I know him!”
His account had a balance of 1.8 million dollars. Tax free, illegal, paid in cash.
“Anyone else?” Justin asked as his fingers hovered over the keyboard.
“Zachary St. John,” Alex replied and nervously rubbed the moist palms of her hands together. Justin typed in his name, and seconds later the account statement appeared.
“Code name: Goldfinger.” Justin grinned.
“Typical,” Alex said in a mocking tone. She was astonished to see how much Zack had amassed over the years. The staggering cash deposits took away Alex’s breath. Zack didn’t fool around! The balance of his account was a respectable twenty-two million dollars.
“Unbelievable.” She shook her head. For the next two hours, they worked through all fifty-four of the secret accounts at Levy & Villiers in Georgetown, Grand Cayman. And what they found pointed to one of the biggest corruption cases of all time. They came across the names of Governor Robert Landford Rhodes; John de Lancie, the US Attorney for the Southern District of New York; David Norman, a board member of the NYSE; and Jerome Harding, New York’s police commissioner. Greg Tarrance was a high-ranking administrator at the SEC’s enforcement division. Alex knew his name because it had appeared time and again in connection with investigations. Senator Hoffman was only one of many politicians who helped themselves to tax-free additional income. The deposits to all the accounts always occurred on the same day and were always in cash.