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Trask said, “If he can get ripped off, he’s vulnerable to the other hyenas in the jungle.”
“Which is why Mickey surreptitiously planted certain information on the dark web that alludes to this having happened to him, and I, using multiple untraceable IP addresses, spread that muck around. That will make him desperate to resolve this. And desperation makes people less careful than they otherwise would be.”
“Go on. I like how this is shaping up.”
“And Mickey came up with an absolutely brilliant plan to tackle your son.”
Gibson took up the story. “It comes from tracking down rich deadbeats online for the last two years. You learn some sources, methods…and tricks.”
“Sounds intriguing.”
Francine said, “Then you’re going to love the next part.”
However, as he listened Trask’s smile faded. “I can’t let you do that. It’s too dangerous.”
“It’s the only way,” said Francine. “And how many times did you risk your life for the greater good?”
“We know what we’re doing, Sam,” added Gibson. “And he already knows about us. If we don’t pull this off that will be hanging over our heads forever.”
Trask sat there for a few moments, munched his popcorn, and finally nodded. “All right, and I think I can provide the very help you’ll need.”
“Good,” said Francine.
“Because it’s going to take all of us,” added Gibson.
CHAPTER70
NATHAN TRASK WAS NOT INa good mood when Francine walked into the same room they had met in before. He looked agitated and distracted. And when he glanced up at Francine his displeasure deepened.
“Did I come at a bad time?” she asked as she sat down opposite him.
“I don’t know. You said you were successful?”
“It took a lot of work, but I finally located an account owned by Pottinger with about seventy million dollars in it, twenty mill over what you said he took you for. But who said a little bonus isn’t in order?”
“How did you find it?”
“Proprietary information,” she said, smiling disarmingly. “That’s how I make my living. I’m sure you can understand.”
“So how do we get the money?” asked Trask.
“I’m confident I have a way. And it’s not in a traditional bank account. It’s in bitcoin.”
“Bitcoin! I didn’t think Pottinger even knew what that was.”
“Either he did, or he had someone advising him who did.”
“So, again, how do we get it?”
“To do it, I need your help.”
He looked at her in surprise. “You’re getting paid to do this. Why doIneed to be involved?”
“Trust me, if it were money in another type of account, I could handle it solo. But bitcoin is a different beast.”
“Okay, tell me your plan and I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it.”
She smiled again. “I like my clients to be proactive.”
