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The directions in the file were specific。 On such alarms； do not call the police。 Try first to locate Mr。 Silva； and in the event he cannot be found at once； then call a number in Rio。 Ask for Eva Miranda。 …
WITH BARELY suppressed excitement； Guy made his daily call to Washington。 He actually closed his eyes and smiled when he uttered the words； 〃It's him。〃 His voice was an octave higher。
There was a pause on the other end。 Then； 〃You're certain？〃
〃Yes。 Prints are a perfect match。〃
Another pause while Stephano arranged his thoughts； a process that usually took milliseconds。 〃The money？〃
〃We haven't started yet。 He's still drugged。〃
〃When？〃
〃Tonight。〃
〃I'm by the phone。〃 Stephano hung up； though he could've talked for hours。
Guy found a perch on a stump behind the cabin。 The vegetation was dense； the air thin and cool。 The soft voices of happy men drifted up to him。 The ordeal was over； for the most part。
He had just earned an extra fifty thousand dollars。 Finding the money would mean another bonus； and he was certain he'd find the money。
Two
DOWNTOWN RIO。 In a small neat office on the tenth floor of a high…rise； Eva Miranda squeezed the phone with both hands and slowly repeated the words she had just heard。 The silent alarm had summoned the security guard。 Mr。 Silva wasn't at home； but his car was parked in the drive and the house was locked。
Someone had entered； tripped the alarm； and it couldn't be a false one because it was still activated when the security guard arrived。
Danilo was missing。
Maybe he'd gone jogging and neglected the routine。 According to the guard's account； the silent alarm had been activated an hour and ten minutes ago。 But Danilo jogged for less than an hour…six miles at seven to eight minutes per； total of fifty minutes max。 No exceptions。 She knew his movements。 ？She called his home on Rua Tiradentes； and no one answered。 She called the number to a cell phone he sometimes kept nearby； and no one answered。
He had accidentally tripped the alarm three months ago； and scared them both badly。 But a quick phone call from her had cleared up the matter。
He was much too careful about the security system to get careless。 It meant too much。
She made the calls again； with the same results。 There is an explanation for this； she told herself。
She dialed the number to an apartment in Curitiba； a city of a million and a half； and the capital of the state of Parana。 To their knowledge； no one knew of the apartment。 It was leased under another name and used for storage and infrequent meetings。 They spent short weekends there occasionally； not often enough to suit Eva。
She expected no answer at the apartment and got none。 Danilo would not go there without first calling her。
When the phone calls were finished； she locked her office door and leaned against it with her eyes closed。 Associates and secretaries could be heard in the hallway。 The firm had thirty…three lawyers at the moment； second largest in Rio with a branch in Sao Paulo and another in New York。 Telephones and faxes and copiers blended together in a busy distant chorus。
At thirty…one； she was a seasoned five…year associate with the firm； seasoned to the point of working the long hours and ing in on Saturdays。 Fourteen partners ran the firm； but only two were women。 She had plans to change that ratio。 Ten of the nineteen associates were female； evidence that in Brazil； as in the United States； women were rapidly entering the profession。 She studied law at the Catholic University in Rio； one of the finer schools； in her opinion。 Her father still taught philosophy there。
He had insisted she study law at Georgetown after studying law in Rio。 Georgetown was his alma mater。 His influence； along with her impressive resume； striking looks； and fluent English made finding a top job with a top firm a quick chore。
She paused at her window and told herself to relax。 Time was suddenly crucial。 The next series of moves required steady nerves。 Then she would have to disappear。 There was a meeting in thirty minutes； but it would have to be postponed。
The file was locked in a small fireproof drawer。 She removed it and read again the sheet of instructions； directions she and Danilo had covered many times。
He knew they would find him。
Eva had preferred to ignore the possibility。
Her mind drifted as she worried about his safety。 The phone rang and startled her。 It was not Danilo。 A client was waiting； her secretary said。 The client was early。 Apologize to the client； she instructed； and politely reschedule the appointment。 Do not disturb again。
The money was currently parked in two places： a bank in Panama； and an offshore holding trust in Bermuda。 Her first fax authorized the immediate wire transfer of the money out of Panama and into a bank in Antigua。 Her second fax scattered it among three banks on Grand Cayman。 The third yanked it out of Bermuda and parked it in the Bahamas。
It was almost two in Rio。 The European banks were closed； so she would be forced to skip the money around the Caribbean for a few hours until the rest of the world opened。
Danilo's instructions were clear but general。 The details were left to her discretion。 The initial wires were determined by Eva。 She decided which banks got how much money。 She had made the list of the fictitious corporate names under which the money was hidden； a list Danilo had never seen。 She divided； dispersed； routed； and rerouted。 It was a drill they had rehearsed many times； but without the specifics。
Danilo couldn't know where the money went。 Only Eva。 She had the unbridled discretion； at this moment and under these extreme circumstances； to move it as she saw fit。 Her specialty was trade law。 Most of her clients were Brazilian businessmen who wanted to develop exports to the United States and Canada。 She understood foreign markets； currencies； banking。 What she hadn't known about zipping money around the world； Danilo had taught her。
She glanced repeatedly at her watch。 More than an hour had passed since the phone call from Ponta Pora。
As another fax rolled through the machine； the phone rang again。 Certainly it was Danilo； finally； with a wild story and all of this was for nothing。 Perhaps just a dry run； a rehearsal to test her mettle under pressure。 But he was not one to play games。
It was a partner； quite perturbed that she was late for yet another meeting。 She apologized with short words and returned to her fax。
The pressure mounted with each passing minute。 Still no'word from Danilo。 No answers to her repeated calls。 If they had in fact found him； then they wouldn't wait long before they tried to make him talk。
That was what he feared the most。 That was why she had to run。
An hour and a half。 Reality was settling hard on her shoulders。 Danilo was missing； and he would never disappear without first telling her。 He planned his movements too carefully； always fearful of the shadows behind him。 Their worst nightmare was unfolding； and quickly。
At a pay phone in the lobby of her office building； Eva made two calls。 The first was to her apartment manager； to see if anyone had been to her apartment in Leblon； i