Abundio took the paper.It was a printout of transaction numbers, dollar amounts, times, and other info.“Where is this from?”
“The coffeeshop in the lobby.I paid one of the managers to get me reports of all transactions that occurred while the cameras malfunctioned.Many of them were cash, and they don’t have a security camera of their own.But the clerk on duty that morning does not remember anyone unusual paying cash.”
“That we know of,” Abundio muttered.
“Yes, sir.But I started researching credit card transactions, especially focusing on the ones from before the woman arrived in the office.”
“And?”
“I’ve been able to trace and eliminate all of the card holders except five, and two of them belong to local businesses not in the building.”
“What about the others?”
“They are corporate cards.One from a company based in Venezuela, and the holder appears to be a man who is a partner in one of the firms here in the building.Another is a Canadian business.”
“And the last?”
“It is an international shell company whose origins I am still attempting to trace, but I believe it’s an American corporation.The purchase was around thirty minutes before our best guess that Jacinta arrived in the building.”
Abundio sat back, triumph raging through him.“Thatone.I want you to get me every scrap of information you can about that company.I don’t care how much it costs or what methods you resort to.I want to knoweverythingabout them.”
“Yes, sir.”He left, and Abundio stared at the printout.
This feltright.
Finally.
And whatever it took, once he found that woman…
Oh, she would pay.He didn’t even give a shit who or what they were anymore, or if there were ways to monetize them.Because all he wanted now was vengeance.
And they wouldallpay.
Every last fucking one of them.No matter how long it took or if he died in the process.
ChapterThirty-Seven
Ken
I.
cannot.
fucking.
BELIEVE.
THIS.
SHIT!
Ken ran, pushing himself as hard as he could despite it being dark, focusing on his breathing and trying to concentrate only on the sound of his footfalls on the dirt trail he followed.
And the worst part?
He was angry.
Enraged.
