“Bishop.”
“I’ll put your clothes on the chair.”
She was out of the bed and in the bathroom before I had the drawer open. I pulled a pair of jeans and a sweater out and laid them on the chair. She came out with her hair up, got dressed, and reached for her boots.
“Let me,” I said when she struggled to get them on.
She put her hand on my shoulder for balance and stepped into one at a time. It seemed like a little thing, but my every instinct said she needed more comfort than she’d allow anyone to give her.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Sure.”
I opened the door, and she went through ahead of me. The path was hard under our boots, and the lake was still dark off to our right. She didn’t say anything on the way down, and I didn’t either.
At the boathouse, she went up the stairs ahead of me. I watched her knee on the second flight, and she didn’t favor it.
Doc was at the table with Dagger and Hornet. The image of Vasiliev in Dubai was on the board.
“Beacon,” Doc said.
“Walk me through it.”
Hornet ran through the asset network, then Dagger gave her the frozen-account update.
Dagger looked up from his laptop. “I’m running two separate threads on Hellmer. The first is every outbound transfer Hellmer made in the forty-eight hours before the freeze. The second is every account Hellmer funded over the years that’s still sitting somewhere, untouched.”
“Start with the older accounts,” Katarina said. “Push me the account numbers as you resolve them.”
“Roger that.”
Dagger forwarded her the first account number twenty minutes later.
“Givre. Run this against the Cyprus registry.” She read the number across the table.
Two minutes later, Givre said, “Limassol Continental Holdings Ltd.”
Katarina got up from the table, went to the board, and stood in front of it with the marker in her hand. She wrote the name of the holding company and drew a line from Hellmer to it.
“Dagger?”
“Yes?”
“Pull the chain on this one first. If he’s in Dubai, that’s the account he is working out of.”
“Roger that.”
Hornet was monitoring the streets around the building where we’d identified the man we believed was Vasiliev. There were three ways out. Two of them fed into Deira Souk, which narrowed at midday. “If he moves in daylight, he moves through there,” he said.
“Can K19 put eyes on it?”
“I’m asking.”
Dagger raised his head. “That Limassol Continental chain you flagged is what I was afraid we’d find. Hellmer funded it years ago and hasn’t touched it since. The money is sitting outside the freeze entirely.”
Katarina raised her head. “Dormant?”
“Funded. Active. Ready to fire.”
