“There are many other avenues we’ll pursue,” Primer hastened to add. “But Lu Hao’s records are our best lead. Equally important, everything Rutherford Risk does in Shanghai has to be done virtually invisibly. So while we’re searching for Mr. Lu’s records, it can’t look like we’re involved. For one thing, it would put the hostages at added risk. The kidnappers’ demand is for no police, and that includes us. For another, we can’t legally operate in China. The Chinese authorities have not been notified of the kidnapping, as you know.”
Marquardt nodded. “I understand and agree.”
“What we need,” said Primer, “is someone level-headed and preferably Chinese to act as our Berthold Group contact and lead this search.” He paused.
“We have someone in mind,” Dulwich said.
Marquardt looked anxiously between the two.
“This person,” Primer said, “happens to be the one who recommended Mr. Lu Hao’s services to your company in the first place. Which means she has a personal connection to Mr. Lu. You need to know that, to approve that, going in. It’s not SOP for us, but China presents us with…unusual difficulties and restrictions.”
“You’re forbidden from doing business there. Yes. I’m well aware of that,” Marquardt said.
“Of having any professional presence whatsoever within the PRC,” Dulwich said. People’s Republic of China.
“David will put together a freelance team-people not on any security company payrolls, including our own-to try to find Mr. Lu’s accounts, and to perform the ransom drop and/or extraction. You need not know, and should not know, the details. It’s imperative that you trust us and, more than anything, that you cooperate fully with us.”
“Of course.”
“With the help of your HR division, David is prepared to put our person in position today. You may communicate with her as you wish, but only where and when she determines it appropriate.”
“I understand. Who is she?”
“Grace Chu. She’s a Chinese national. Convenient for our purposes. She took her undergraduate in Shanghai, a master’s in economics at Berkeley and another in criminology at UC Irvine. She works here in Hong Kong as a forensic accountant. Technically, as far as the Chinese are concerned, she is a private contractor, not our employee, and untraceable to us. But she’s one of the best forensic accountants we’ve worked with. You will meet her in a moment.”
Primer gestured to Dulwich, who left the room. Little was done by telephone inside Rutherford Risk-interoffice communication was accomplished through runners.
“We have never officially signed an employment agreement with Ms. Chu,” Primer continued, “nor has she ever been on our payroll. Ms. Chu can enter China as a recent hire of The Berthold Group with no one the wiser. She can lead the search for Mr. Lu’s records, as well as aid your accounting department as necessary. She can also make adjustments to correct ‘discrepancies’ in your public accounts. She’ll know what to do with Mr. Lu’s books as well, when they’re found.”
“You sound so…confident,” Marquardt said.
“David should have a second person on the ground in Shanghai by tomorrow. Ms. Chu will be in place by this evening. Noon tomorrow, at the latest.”
“The sooner, the better,” said Marquardt. “After all, we only have until-”
“The first of the month,” came a woman’s melodic voice.
Grace Chu entered the room with Dulwich, who closed the door. Her gray, tailored business suit complimented a figure that for most Westerners needed some help up top. Marquardt rose and the two shook hands. She took a chair immediately to Primer’s left.
“Honestly,” she said, “I would have thought the eighth. We Chinese believe in the power of numerology. Eight is good yunqi-good luck.”
She had a wide face, peaceful and serene. Her shoulders were broad, the muscle tone in her arms taut and impressive. Her skin looked airbrushed. But it was her nearly unflinching eyes that unnerved Marquardt.
“You will forgive me, Mr. Marquardt,” she said. “I have made a cursory examination of your company’s general accounts for the past quarter. Lu Hao’s contract-the incentive money-is paid from your GA, your general accounts ledger. It averages one hundred seventy-two thousand U.S. dollars per month. I will need to see the rest of your accounts, the end-of-year, to know how to better conceal these expenditures, because right now you’re open to questions. Questions your people may have difficulty answering. I have drafted some recommendations, at the request of Mr. Primer.” She handed Marquardt a clear plastic file folder.
“Thank you, Grace,” Primer said.
She took this as a dismissal and stood from her chair.
“Please…” Marquardt said, motioning for her to stay seated. “You knew Mr. Lu?”
“I know Mr. Lu,” she corrected.
Grace checked with Primer, who nodded. She leaned forward.
“He is the younger brother of a close friend of mine. I helped in the selection process when you requested a person to pay out the incentives for you.”
“Do you have any idea where we might find his recordkeeping? As I understand it, that’s possibly key to his and Mr. Danner’s survival,” Marquardt said.
“Ideas? I follow money. Money that wants to be followed; money that doesn’t want to be followed. I will start with the obvious, proceed to the likely and continue to the possible. It’s a process of elimination.”
Dulwich said, “You two will likely need to discuss this more thoroughly once you’re back to Shanghai. We need to work out how to do that in a believable way. Grace? Ideas?”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but a Chinese employee such as an accountant,” Grace said, “would rarely if ever be in direct contact with the CEO. So we must find a believable way for us to come together without arousing suspicion. Pardon my impertinence, but do you take a mistress?”
“What?” Marquardt blushed.
“If your secretary or assistant is aware of such a companion, then it would make things easier for us. I could assume that role-platonic, of course.”
“No. I’m married. Happily married.” Marquardt rolled his wedding band. “As to our Chinese employees…”
“Below the level of vice president,” Grace specified.
Marquardt stammered.
Dulwich said, “Face it: your Chinese employees are invisible, right? Grace’s U.S. education helps us a little, but there’s still no good excuse for the two of you being seen together. Unless you’re jumping her, that is.”
Nonplussed, Marquardt said, “It can’t be this hard.”
“More difficult than you can imagine,” Dulwich said. “You are already likely being monitored by a variety of competing interests-the police, the kidnappers, your competitors, possibly even the press. There are eyes and ears within your company-we can count on that. This kidnapping is on the street.”
“Good God, you can’t be serious.”
“Your every movement will be under constant surveillance for the next week. We have little doubt you were likely tracked to this building.”
Marquardt looked clearly out of his depth as he glanced from face to face around him.
“Might I suggest,” Grace said, awaiting a faint nod from Primer, “that I file a complaint with HR within hours of my taking my position? Nothing sexual, not harassment. But something of a financial origin. Breach of contract, perhaps? Dissatisfaction with whatever lodging has been arranged? Mr. Marquardt, anxious to keep me, could request an audience with me to settle the complaint. Following this initial meeting, he will then upgrade my housing, and we might have reason to follow up on occasion.”