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“Would anyone like coffee?” Kennedy asked.
“Please.” Rapp backed up against the black soapstone counter and placed his hands on the edge. He looked at Dumond, who hadn’t answered Kennedy, and said, “Hey, dip shit?”
Dumond tore his eyes away from the small screen and said, “Huh?”
“Coffee?”
“Sure.”
“How about ‘please’?” Rapp prodded.
“Please,” Dumond said without taking his eyes off the screen. “With cream and sugar.”
Kennedy poured two cups and took the cream from the fridge. She handed one cup to Rapp. “So what have you learned?” She placed the other cup on the table next to the cream and slid the sugar bowl over.
“So far,” Rapp said, “nothing concrete, but we have a few interesting tidbits. Back in early October, Garret flew to Switzerland for a day.”
“Another October surprise.” Kennedy was referencing a conspiracy theory which held that the Reagan camp had met secretly with members of the Iranian government and conspired to delay the release of American hostages until after they beat Carter in the 1980 presidential election.
“All we have are the dates of his departure and return. We have no idea who he met with. He did call a bank in Geneva several times before and after the trip, but again we have no idea who he spoke with.”
“E-mails?” Kennedy asked.
“We’re still trying to track all those down. The guy has at least six different addresses and he must receive and send easily a hundred a day.”
“What about Ross?”
“He was in Switzerland last weekend for an environmental summit.” Rapp held his white coffee cup by the handle. “Rivera got me the list of the people he met with while he was over there. We cross-referenced it against some of the other data and one name got kicked out: Joseph Speyer.”
“Should I know him?” Kennedy asked with a furrowed brow.
“No, but he happens to be the president of the bank in Geneva that Garret called back in October.”
“What do we know about the bank?”
Rapp pointed at Dumond. “Marcus is working on that. Apparently it’s one of Geneva’s oldest and most secretive institutions.”
“And by far the most difficult one to hack into,” Dumond added without looking up.
“Is that what you’re working on?” Kennedy asked.
“No. Something else.” Dumond hadn’t touched his coffee. His two index fingers were busy tapping keys.
Kennedy’s stoic gaze shifted to Rapp. “What about our Belarusian friend?”
“Nothing yet. Hornig says she needs a little more time to soften him up.”
“When?” Kennedy asked impatiently.
“She thought maybe she could start in the morning.” Rapp could sense her frustration. “I didn’t think we were operating under any time constraints.”
“In two days we’re going to have a new president and vice president who might be guilty of murder and treason and god knows what else. Based on how Ross has been acting, I don’t think he’s going to waste any time getting rid of me. We need to get to the bottom of this while we still have the power to.”
“Yes,” Dumond said triumphantly. He looked up smiling. “That little bastard took me longer than I expected.”
“What little bastard?” Rapp asked.
“T-Mobile’s firewall. They must have brought in some new hot shot. It normally takes me a minute or less. This time it took me a full ten minutes.”
