Robert Ludlum – The Sigma Protocol

“Placed there by this corporation Liesl and Peter were talking about, or

one of its offshoots?”

“Quite possibly. All of the giant firms have long-standing, cozy

relationships with the important Swiss banks. The complete list of

founders will give us the names of suspects.”

“Did Peter show you the list?”

“No. At first he didn’t even tell me why he wanted to open an account.

All I knew was that the account was monetarily insignificant. What he

was really interested in was the vault that came with it. To keep some

documents, he said. Do you mind if I smoke?”

“It’s your house.”

“Well, you know, you Americans are such fascists about smoking, if

you’ll pardon the expression.”

Ben smiled. “Not everyone.”

Deschner pulled a cigarette from the pack of Rothmans next to his

breakfast plate, lit it with a cheap plastic lighter. “Peter insisted

that the account not be in his name. He was afraid correctly, as it

turned out that his enemies might have contacts in the banks. He wanted

to open it under a false name, but that’s no longer possible. The banks

have tightened up here. A lot of pressure from the outside, mostly

America. Back in the seventies our banks started demanding a passport

when you opened an account. You used to be able to open an account by

mail. No more.”

“So did he have to open it under his real name?”

“No. In my name. I’m the account holder, but Peter was what they call

the ‘beneficial owner.” ” He exhaled a plume of smoke. “We had to go

in together to open the account, but Peter’s name appeared on one form

only, known only to the account adviser. The Establishment of the

Beneficial Owner’s Identity, it’s called. This form is kept locked away

in the files.” In another room a telephone rang.

“Which bank?”

“I chose the Handelsbank Schweiz AG because it’s small and discreet.

I’ve had clients who’ve happily done business with the Handelsbank,

clients whose money is, shall we say, not entirely clean.”

“So does this mean you can get into Peter’s vault for me?”

“I’m afraid not. You’ll have to accompany me. As the specified

beneficiary and heir of the beneficial owner.”

“If it’s at all possible,” Ben said, “I’d like to go to the bank

straightaway.” He remembered Schmid’s icy warnings that he was not to

return warnings that if he violated that agreement, he would be persona

non grata, subject to immediate arrest.

The phone kept ringing. Deschner crushed out his cigarette in a saucer.

“Very well. If you don’t mind, I’d like to answer that phone. Then I

must make a call or two, reschedule my nine-thirty appointment.”

He went into an adjoining room, his study, and returned a few minutes

later. “All right then, no problem. I was able to reschedule.”

“Thank you.”

“Certainly. The account adviser that’s the banker, a senior vice

president of the bank, Bernard Suchet has all the relevant papers. He

has a photocopy of Peter’s passport on file. They believe he has been

dead for four years. So far as anyone knows, the recent… tragedy has

not been reported. Your own identity will be easy to establish.”

“My arrival in this country came through somewhat irregular means,” Ben

said, choosing his words carefully. “My legal presence here cannot be

verified through the normal passport, customs, and immigration systems.

What happens if they alert the authorities?”

“Let’s not think of all that can go wrong. Now, if I may finish

dressing, we’re in business. Then let us go at once.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

Anna whirled around to Captain Bolgorio. “What? The body was cremated?

We had an agreement, dammit…!”

The Paraguayan detective shrugged, hands spread, eyes wide with apparent

concern. “Agent Navarro, please, let us discuss these things later, not

in front of the bereaved–”

Ignoring him, Anna turned back to the widow. “Were you told there would

be an autopsy?” she demanded.

“Don’t raise your voice to me,” Consuela Prosperi snapped. “I’m not a

criminal.”

Anna looked at Bolgorio, livid. “Did you know her husband’s body was

going to be cremated?” Of course he knew, the bastard.

“Agent Navarro, I told you, this is not my department.”

“But did you know this or not?”

“I have heard things. But I am a low man on the totem pole, please

understand.”

“Are we finished here?” Consuela Prosperi asked.

“Not yet,” Anna said. “Were you pressured into a cremation?” she

demanded of the widow.

The widow said to Bolgorio. “Captain, please remove her from my house.”

“My apologies, madame,” Bolgorio said. “Agent Navarro, we must go now.”

“We’re not finished here,” Anna said calmly. “You were pressured,

weren’t you?” She addressed Senora Prosperi. “What were you told-that

your assets would be frozen, locked up, made inaccessible to you, unless

you went along with this? Something like that?”

“Remove her from my house, Captain!” the widow commanded, raising her

voice.

“Please, Agent Navarro–”

“Senora,” Anna said, “let me tell you something. I happen to know that

a significant portion of your assets is invested in hedge funds and

other investment partnerships and equities in the U.S. and abroad. The

U.S. government has the power to seize those assets if it suspects you

of being part of an international criminal conspiracy.” She stood and

walked toward the door. “I’m getting on the phone to Washington right

now, and that’s precisely what I’m going to order.”

From behind her, she heard the widow cry out, “She can’t do this, can

she? You assured me my money was safe if I–”

“Keep quiet!” the homicide detective barked suddenly. Startled, Anna

turned back, and saw Bolgorio standing face to face with the widow. His

obsequiousness had vanished. “I’ll handle this.”

He strode toward Anna and grabbed her arm.

Outside the front gates of the Prosperi estate, Anna demanded, “What are

you covering up?”

“You’d be wise to leave things alone here,” Bolgorio said. There was

malevolence in his voice now, a gleaming assured ness she hadn’t seen

before. “You’re a visitor here. You are not in your own country.”

“How was it done? Were morgue orders ‘lost’ or ‘misfiled’? Did someone

pay you off, is that how it happened?”

“What do you know of the way things work in Paraguay?” Bolgorio said,

moving uncomfortably close to her. She could feel his hot breath, the

spray of spittle. “There are many things you don’t understand.”

“You knew the body had been destroyed. From the moment I called you, I

had a feeling. You knew there was no body waiting for me in the morgue.

Just tell me this: were you ordered, or were you paid? Where did the

request come from–from outside the government, or from above?”

Bolgorio, unfazed, said nothing.

“Who ordered the body destroyed?”

“I like you, Agent Navarro. You’re an attractive woman. I do not want

anything to happen to you.”

He intended to frighten her, and unfortunately it was working. But she

gave him only a blank look. “That’s not a very subtle threat.”

“This is not a threat. I truly don’t want anything to happen to you.

You need to listen to me, and then leave the country at once. There are

people high up in our government who protect the Prosperis and others

like them. Money changes hands, a great deal of it. You’ll accomplish

nothing by putting your own life in peril.”

Oh, she thought, you don’t know who you’re dealing with. Threatening me

that way is like waving a red flag at a bull.

“Did you order the cremation personally?”

“It happened, that’s all I know. I told you, I’m not a powerful man.”

“Then someone must know that Prosperi’s death wasn’t natural. Why else

would they destroy the evidence?”

“You are asking me questions I don’t know the answer to,” he said

calmly. “Please, Agent Navarro. Please take care of your own safety.

There are people here who prefer to keep things quiet.”

“Do you think they these ‘people who prefer to keep things quiet’ had

Prosperi killed and didn’t want that revealed?”

Bolgorio looked away, as if in contemplation. “I’ll deny I ever told

you this. I called the nursing agency before you got here. When I knew

you were investigating Prosperi’s death. That seemed to me the obvious

place to ask questions.”

“And?”

“The substitute nurse the one who was with Prosperi the night he died

she has vanished.”

She felt her stomach plummet. I knew it was too easy, she thought.

“How did this nurse come to the agency?”

“She came with excellent credentials, they said. Her references checked

out. She said she lived within walking distance of here, and if they

had any assignments nearby… She did three different assignments, all

in this area, and all very well. Suddenly, the regular night nurse

assigned to Prosperi fell ill, and the substitute was available, and

…”

“They have no way to reach her?”

“As I said, she disappeared.”

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