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“Personal identifiable information. With that I can hopefully capture his crypto private key.”
“But he’s dead. He’s not doing things online anymore.”
“Doesn’t matter if he’s dead, if he set up remote instructions to execute a transaction with his bitcoin on acertain date and time, that transaction will still be fulfilled.”
“And did he?”
“Yes. And now I’m going to divert that transaction toyouraccount.”
“What, you mean now?”
“That’s why I came here when I did. I’ve got the transaction set to run. I need your people to plug in your account info as the destination. Seventy million will be coming in, in five minutes, but we need the end account.”
“Five minutes! I don’t like to be rushed,” snapped Trask.
“Okay, but this is the only shot we have because he has no other remote instructions pending. The bitcoin will be lost forever unless he willed the private key to someone. And if so,they’llget the money.”
“But you said you got the key. Why can’t you go in anytime you want and empty the account?”
“Because Pottinger was smart. He used a onetime private key system. I got the one. It’s good for this transaction and only this transaction. After that, it becomes useless.”
“Shit!” Trask sat up and looked at his assistant. “Get George to plug the Zurich account in. Hurry up.” He looked at Francine. “A little more notice would have been good.”
“I just found all this out. Digital works on its own schedules with not a lot of warning. That’s why I asked to meet with you immediately.”
The man got on his phone, and two minutes later another man hurried in. He was around thirty, skinny, and wearing an ill-fitting suit.
He sat down at the laptop and hunched over so no one could see what he was typing in.
“Okay, it’s done,” said George.
“Now George here is going to watch every keystroke you hit,” said Trask. “He sees anything out of the ordinary, and I mean any little thing that shows you’re trying to screw me, you get a bullet in your head.” He nodded at the man who had hit Francine. The man took out a gun and placed it against the back of Francine’s head.
Francine noted George’s fearful look. She smiled reassuringly, her big eyes growing everlarger, threatening to swallow the man whole. “No pressure, George. We’ll get through this, okay?”
She squeezed his hand reassuringly even as her other hand started hitting the keys. He smiled back at her, his gaze drifting over her for a few moments.
“Okay,” he said.
Francine’s fingers were flying so fast that even the tech-savvy George looked impressed.
She filled him in on what she was doing as she typed, keeping up a running commentary as he nodded in understanding, continually looking at her, just as Francine intended. He glanced at Trask and said, “She’s really good, sir.”
Two minutes later she said, “Okay, you are seventy million in bitcoins richer, Mr. Trask.” She looked at George. “Feel free to confirm.”
George took the laptop and clicked some keys. He smiled and looked up. “She’s right, sir. Seventy mill in bitcoin just came in.”
“And it’s like cash,” she said. “No ownership trail because I had the private key. A dead man just paid you off, Mr. Trask. But with companies in crypto going bankrupt left and right, my advice would be to cash out as soon as you can.”
Trask waved his gunman away and chuckled. “I don’t understand any of that crap, but I do understand seventy million dollars.”
“Less my commission of three point five million. I’ll be happy to take it in bitcoin. And then I’ll cash out.”
Trask considered this. “Why not?” He waved at George. “You able to do the transfer?”
George did not look confident. Francine said, “You confirm the bitcoin figure and I’ll do the transferring. That way we all know where we stand and the numbers are what they are. And you don’t have to access any of your own funds, only the stuff I just got for you. So you’re golden.”
George looked at Trask, who nodded. “Do it.”
