investigate.
Gadai laid a dossier on Tajâs desk and the ISI director opened it. He immediately recognized the name of the Italian law firm.
âWe already looked into them, no? They were helping Rickman create anonymous financial trusts with money heâd siphoned off from the CIAâs Afghanistan operation. To benefit his children, if I recall correctly.â
âYou do,â Gadai said. âAfter we confirmed that his connection with the firm related to personal affairs, we moved on.â
Taj felt his grudging admiration for the CIA man grow further. More of Rickmanâs complex web. He hadnât hidden his personal activity as carefully as he could have, calculating that anyone who found the firm he used would assume that it wouldnât also be involved in his plot against the Agency.
âThen you have him? You know the identity of the lawyer?â Taj said, trying to keep his voice even despite the excitement he felt.
âIâm afraid it isnât that easy, Ahmed. Itâs a very large firm, and Rickman didnât use the same lawyer that he used for the trusts.â
âWhat about the managing partner? Can we interrogate him?â
âHeâs a very public and very well-connected man in Italy. Also, I very much doubt he would know anything. While we understand the importance of the files, this arrangement would be unremarkable to the firm. Essentially just a schedule of electronic documents to be sent if certain criteria are met. Itâs unlikely the attorney handling the details would even know that his client is dead. And itâs almost certain that he would be in the dark as to the contents of the files.â
This time, Rickman had displayed his cleverness by taking a page out of Tajâs own book. Make everything too commonplace to attract attention. It was infuriating. He was within a hairâs breadth of closing his fist around Irene Kennedyâs delicate throat.
âSo, youâre telling me that we have to investigate hundreds of individual lawyers whose careers are predicated on confidentiality inhopes that they left some clue about a client they never met? Thatâs unacceptable, Kabir.â
The younger man smiled, his eyes shining with an arrogant light that Taj was very familiar with. Gadai knew something but had withheld it for effect.
âDonât make me wait, Kabir. Iâve indulged your sense of drama in the past, but my patience is at its end.â
âMy apologies, Director. Our research suggests that this firm has a dedicated division that handles these kinds of arrangementsâscheduling, payments, requests for information, notifications . . .â
âHow many people are in this division?â
âItâs largely automated. Most of the work is done by computer orââ
âHow many!â
Gadai opened the dossier again, shuffling to a photo of a plump woman with dyed blond hair. âIsabella Accorso runs the entire enterprise with a single administrative assistant.â
Taj picked up the photo and examined the womanâs face. She was probably in her mid-thirties, wearing a blouse that clung to her breasts in an obvious attempt to facilitate the faceless, nameless sexual encounters so enjoyed by Western women.
It was hard to believe that this female had the keys to Americaâs heavily guarded intelligence apparatus. That she unwittingly possessed more information on the CIAâs operations than anyone outside Langleyâs executive offices.
âWhat do we know about her?â
âSheâs divorced. Clean. No drugs or illegal activity. No affairs or significant financial problems.â
Taj just glared at him. Again, his assistantâs expression suggested there was more.
âShe does have a daughter, though. A sixteen-year-old who attends public school. Quite an attractive young woman.â
âCan I assume sheâs accessible to us?â
Gadai smiled.
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