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She shuddered. “God, no. I don’t think there’s much more to the job than report-filing.”
“You would’ve been in position to replace Z.”
Verity shook her head. “Everyone knew the job would go to Pinch when the time came.”
“Pinch was DG of MI5. Whoisthe assistant chief?” It occurred to me it was something I should know.
“Roland Merriweather retired a month ago. Z hadn’t found a replacement. Honestly, everyone thought the position would go to George. Now, we know better.”
We were within a mile of Châteaux Relais when we received an alert with an update from the NRO. I pulled off the main highway and parked on a side road.
“It seems our resort is favored by the former ambassador,” I muttered.
“Should I assume Schön and Macht are there as well?”
“You should. I’ll return to the chalet. For now, it’ll be easier to watch their movement from there.”
We’d been inside lessthan five minutes when my mobile pinged, indicating Schön was approaching the chalet’s front door.
“This should be interesting. Do you think Magnet spoke to Nem, who in turn is sending her to us?” Verity commented.
I shrugged. “I guess we’ll see. Maybe if we give her enough rope, she’ll hang herself, as they say.” I opened the door, and this time, when I waved her inside, Macht was on her heels.
“The Maltese ambassador is on the premises,” she began.
“He’s the former US ambassador to Malta,” Verity corrected.
Schön shot her a look, then turned to me and continued. “The ambassador arrived Thursday, 9 November, and checked into Châteaux Relais. On Friday, 10 November, he visited UBS—Union Bank of Switzerland.”
“Alone?” I asked.
“Another man was with him, but he stayed some distance from him. Presumably, he was a bodyguard.”
“Go on.”
“He spent approximately one hour at UBS. From there, he went directly to BJB—Bank Julius Bär—where he spent another hour.”
“Who did he meet with at each bank?” I asked.
“In both instances, it was the manager on duty.”
Every so often, I glanced at Verity, who was standing a few paces to the rear and side of Schön. “What did he do when he left BJB?”
“He returned to Châteaux Relais.”
“Did the respective bank managers tell you what the ambassador did while at their banks? What the reason was for his visit?” I asked.
“They could not divulge that information.”
“Were you aware he was dining with a female companion at Fondetta this afternoon?” I asked.
Her eyes darted from side to side. “Um, yes.”
“I’m curious. Were you also in the vicinity of Fondetta?”
“Yes.”
“Speaking with the bank managers?”
