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I can obviously confirm it was Peter from my setup.
Every other transaction is to a business account with a business name which is what I was expecting. The only personal accounts transactions are supposed to go to are the staff on the payroll. This doesn’t look like that, although at first glance, it could be.
Donny doesn’t use the resort to do anything too shady. He has the other assets to play with when it comes to that.
I might not question it so much if I were looking through the transactions at the bank because fuck knows how manyspecial peoplehe pays through there.
There are twenty transactions to this account over the five-year period. Four per year on the same day each year. The transactions are all payments and for the same amount. Always fifty g’s, which is small in comparison to the money the place brings in, but it’s suspicious as fuck.
What are you up to, Peter?
That prompts me to check out the account—hack.
If I get a name, then I can clarify what’s going on. I hack the account, and when I see who it belongs to, I fully believe Peter is definitely up to no fucking good.
The account belongs to Ricco Santorini. That’s the same guy Georgiou had a run-in with over the building he wants for his club.
More importantly, Ricco is a guy Donny would never do business with.
So why did Peter?
* * *
“Ricco Santorini?” Georgiou narrows his eyes.
I nod. “I know, right? It’s weird as fuck. Why would Peter be giving him two hundred grand a year?” I keep my voice low.
Georgiou shakes his head.
I didn’t want to bring work with me to the auction, but this was something I had to mention.
His phone was off for the whole afternoon so talking here was my only option.
We stand by the wall opposite the bar where we can get a good view but also talk in private.
“That makes no sense at all. What else did you see?”
“Nothing. There was no contract of business, no email trail, nothing at all.” That was the next thing I looked at. “Georgiou, what worries me is he used Donny’s log-in details.”
“That worries me too. I’m inclined to believe it can’t be anything other than what it looks like. Are we supposed to think Donny would just hand him the password so he could make these transactions to Ricco? I mean, I get that Peter is basically like a son to him, but something’s off about it. Something’s off about it for the fact that he’s giving the money to Ricco.”
“Should I contact Donny?”
Georgiou thinks for a moment and draws in a steady breath. “Hold off for a bit. Let’s watch Peter’s ass and see what he’s up to. I don’t think it can be anything good, but we should dig deeper to get the full picture then contact Donny. I’ll check him out from my end, too, and maybe get my brother to rig something up to watch him on the streets.”
Christian can do hacking shit like that. He picks up where I leave off. It might also be good for Georgiou to ask for his brother’s help because those two aren’t particularly close.
“Alright, enough of this. I’m not talking about it anymore.”
He chuckles. “Me neither. Time to zone out. Here come the virgins.”
I follow his gaze to the other side of the room, and so does every other man.
The virgins walk down the path in a slow procession like their walking down the aisle. All are dressed in white Grecian-style robes with their long hair flowing down their shoulders in graceful, innocent waves.
This is the first viewing. The second viewing is at the end when you get to meet your prize and sign contracts. There’s an hour of grace where you get to meet each other. The contract officially starts at nine a.m. sharp tomorrow morning, just like a workday.
There are thirty virgins tonight.
