All Chapters of The Son-in-Law Contract: Chapter 21
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Shadows that Linger
The coast of the Adriatic was like an old unfulfilled endeavour, the water a dark indigo in the afternoon sun. Miravento was a village, fastened to the cliffs, its houses built of stone, and worn with time and salt, its streets too small to be overheard. Lila had selected it as it seemed the last place on the earth, silent, unassertive, miles away on the other side of the fires which had pursued her all the way around the globe.She was sitting on the terrace of a small cafe and a cup of untouched espresso was cooling on her. The newspaper report that she had a tablet shone dimly: "Anonymous Foundation Blows Whistle over International Corruption Cartel - Billions of dollars of illicit funds recovered. The bottom motto, "From ashes, truth," looked up at her like a ghost, which she could not shake.Since Geneva it was three months. Three months later Julian disappeared into the machine he claimed. There were no calls, no messages, no indications that there was still anything in the man
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Prague
Prague was playing out under a mantle of autumn fog, and its spires were thrust up through the haze like long-lost swords. The city was a maze of cobblestone and secrets, and history was clung to the archways and bridges. Lila came at sunset, when the Vltava River took up the fading light in its gold and dark waves.She had entered a small pension in the Old Town, with cash and a false name. The room was not very large, the walls were not very thick to hear the murmur of the tourists below. She placed the note left by Julian over the bed, in addition to a map which she had purchased at the station.Viktor Hale. The name did not mean anything to her right away, yet a quick look on a burner phone allowed seeing some bits of information: a reclusive financier, rumors of a connection with Eastern European oligarchs, a man who traded information and not money. The villa on the outskirts of which he was a sort of fortress, was his last known address.Lila looked at the screen, and her heart
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Mornings Like This
Lila awoke with the doors of the balcony open. The sun was slanting over the quilt, and was warm on her bare arm. Julian was on his feet, already leaning on the rail with a mug of coffee, and looking at the water as though it could tell him something.She walked away bare-footed, with her hair unkempt, in her yesterday shirt.Morning, she said, scratching her voice.He glanced over, small smile. "Coffee's fresh. Landlady brought a pot."Lila filled a cup, leaned over him. The water was smooth and near-transparent. A fishing boat sailed by, lethargic and slow."You sleep?" she asked."Some. You?""Better than I have in months." She sipped, and scowled at the hotness. Waiting still, however, to have the knock.Julian nodded. "Me too."They rested a minute in delighted silence, breathing the salt air.Lila broke it first. "So... what now? We can not live forever on bread and olives."Why not?" He raised an eye
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The Knock
The initial three weeks of the little white house were smooth, regular beats.The mornings began with coffee in the balcony. Julian was taught how to operate the old-fashioned espresso machine without overflowing the counter. Lila found out that she preferred to wake up to the scent of rosemary in the garden. They purchased second-hand mismatched plates at the Saturday market, which were not cheap but durable. On one occasion they had argued as to whether the couch ought to face the fireplace or the sea, and Julian argued the point, but only because Lila had concurred with him privately.Evenings were ended by wine on the steps, bared feet on cold rock, and conversation on nothing of significance. The world felt far away.Then came the knock.It was a late Thursday, in October, and past nine. An hour ago rains had begun--not tempestuous. Lila was in the kitchen cleaning up the remaining dishes of dinner. Julian was lying on the couch with a book that he w
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The Envleope
The light of the morning had penetrated through the shutters. It had ceased raining after midnight; it was a clean air now, wet stone and pine.Julian entered the kitchen whenLuca was already awake. The boy was sitting at the little table, his hands clasped, and gazing at the empty mug which Lila had left the previous night."Sleep okay?" Julian asked, voice low.Luca nodded once. "The bed's soft."Julian went to the stove, and put in the kettle. "Coffee or tea?""Tea. Please."Julian boiled the kettle, took two mugs down off the shelf. The quietness was so great that the water began to hiss.Luca spoke first. You are not going to question me as to why I am here?"I will." Julian swiveled around, hung over the counter. But not till you shall have something warm in your stomach.Luca looked down at his hands. "I'm not scared of you."Julian's mouth twitched. "Good. Most people are."The kettle clicked off. J
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The Boy Who Sees Patterns
The late-afternoon light fell on the kitchen table and the disorganized contents of the backpack that Luca was carrying: a shattered laptop, three notebooks with clean handwriting, an assortment of charging cables, and a tiny external hard drive the size of a deck of cards.Julian was sitting opposite him with his arms crossed. Lila stood up against the counter with crossed arms.Luca unceremoniously opened the laptop. The screen was a plain black desktop--no wallpaper, no icons other than a terminal window that was already blinking.You said you are good at computers, Julian said. "Show me."Luca didn't hesitate. His fingers were quick and accurate, as though one who had learnt the movements in the dark.First he opened a spreadsheet--thousands of rows, columns which were identified by dates, account numbers, transfer amounts, cryptic reference numbers."That's from the USB?" Julian asked."Part of it. Last month mother sent me a cop
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Threads in the Dark.
Their war room was now the small dining table.The light of evening inclined through the shutters made the room a gold and long-shaded color. The blue glow on the laptop screen of one of the laptops was in the center of the room. There were three mugs of tea which had been forgotten, long since out of steam.Julian followed behind the boy slowly. Lila was sitting on the floor next the table cross-legged with her chin in her hand staring at Luca as he worked.It was a dance of fingers of the keys--quiet, deliberate--done by Luca."Got it," he said suddenly.Julian stopped pacing. "Talk."Luca turned the screen around to face them.On a basic diagram: three circles linked by red lines.Left circle: V. Hale Jr. Middle: Liechtenstein Trust AG. Right: Wallet Cluster, unnamed.I traced the crypto trail, said Luca. The wallet on which the last transfer was made? It belongs to a group, twelve other addres
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VIENNA, in winter
The Trieste Vienna train required nine hours and twenty-three minutes.They themselves were in the first-class compartment--four seats, a little table, a window through which the snow-dusted hills were gliding by like the slow-motion pictures.Luca was sitting before the window, his laptop on his knees, earbuds on, and his fingers were flying. Now and then he would grumble something in his heart--a sort of a code, a sort of a curse--and Julian would look over at him on the other side of the carriage.Lila was sitting with her feet on the seat next her and had a paperback in her lap though it was unread. She was more of a watcher of Luca than the landscape."You sure about this?" she questioned as Luca eventually ripped out one earbud to stretch his legs.Julian did not raise his head off the map he had been playing with on his phone. "No. But sitting still felt worse."Luca closed the laptop. I completed the phishing template. It appears as
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The Click
The smelling of coffee and radiator metal coolness was in the guesthouse room.Luca was sitting in the cross-legged position on the sofa bed with well-balanced pictures on laptop on a pillow and the screen of the laptop lightening his face with pale blue color. Julian was standing behind him, with his arms wrapped. Lila sat on the rim of one bed, and drew up her knees, and was staring at the fingers of the boy that moved the way they should belong to a person twice his age.Luca stifled a breath with his nostrils."He opened it."Julian stepped closer. "When?""Forty-seven minutes ago. The IP address points to a tower in the Innere Stadt which is also the residential building. Confers to the property accounts we drew off last night--Hale Junior penthouse.Lila leaned forward. "What did he do after?"Luca clicked through tabs. "Clicked the link. Waited twenty-three seconds on the bogus login screen. Then... he entered credentials."
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The Lounge at Sacher
The Hotel Sacher reeked of ancient wealth and hot strudel.Julian tore up in a charcoal suit which he had purchased that morning, one very simple, but costly enough to pass, yet rich enough not to be recalled. Lila wore a dark green wool dress, pinned up hair, tiny earrings of pearl which she had found in a drawer at the guesthouse. They appeared to be any other well-dressed couple, who met each other during late lunch.They didn't speak in the lobby.Riding the elevator up to the second floor, they said nothing, and there was a one-time brush of the hands--grounding.The residential lounge was included by the two doors with Salon Imperial -Reserviert. There was a small embodiment in front saying Geschlossene Gesellschaft. Closed society.Julian knocked twice. Soft. Polite.The door flew open nearly at the same time.A middle-aged naval uniform, grey at the head, in a faultlessly-fitting, perfectly-tailored navy suit,--between forty a
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