Deep Into The Night (Hartz Island Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

death the night of her cousin’s wedding at Snoqualmie Falls Lodge. On top of her brother accusing her, her cousin thanked her for ruining her future wedding anniversary. They were divorced now, so the point was moot.
    “Think, Cass,” she murmured. “Get out of California…” A slow smile formed on Cassie’s lips. “Where no one would expect.”
    Yes, she could go home, but not to Seattle. She would go to Hartz Island, to the beach house she and her brother jointly owned. Cassie had asked Mike once to buy her out, but he refused. He’d told her, “You never know when you might want to come back home.” Since Mike and his wife were living in Japan working for the computer company, the house was empty. It was her turn by at least eight years. No one in L.A. knew the place had been part of her life, not even Alexa.
    “Yes,” she exclaimed, finally feeling good.
    Now the big question was what to do with her thirty-one hundred dollars. She didn’t feel comfortable carrying it around in her purse or hiding it in the motel room. Leaving it in the truck was out of the question. Her room phone rang. Startled, she jumped, spilling the majority of the cash to the floor. Her heart pounded fast and hard. Who knew she was here? It kept ringing. Finally, she answered.
    “Front desk here. Housekeeping wants to clean your room. You’re the last one.”
    “Oh. What time is it now?”
    “Two o’clock.”
    No wonder her stomach growled. She’d missed breakfast and lunch. “I’m fine. They don’t need to clean it, but thanks anyway.”
    She gathered up the spilled money, but noticed someone had written in ink a series of numbers on several of the bills. Cassie was pretty certain that someone was Sergei. This was the money that had come out of the hidden drawer. She might be a grade nothing actress in Hollywood, but one thing she had was an excellent memory and an uncanny ability with number sequences. Those numbers represented some sort of code, Cassie was sure of it. Why else would they have been hidden? She needed to get to a computer and a phone but just as importantly, food. If she didn’t eat something soon, she would have a complete meltdown.
    Back to her original problem of where to put the money. Problem solved—two boobs and a purse. She tucked the coded numbered bills in her purse and lined her bra with the rest. Checking her profile in the mirror; both boobs were evenly distributed with a nice round look. Amazing what a bit of money would do for a boob job.
    With detailed directions from the office, Cassie made her first stop—a quick mart where she purchased a phone card along with an overcooked hotdog and a large diet Pepsi.
    “I need a pay phone. Do you know where one is?” she asked the clerk.
    “Well, sure. Just outside on the wall.”
    “Thanks.” She dialed Alexa’s cell phone and prayed she would answer the unknown caller ID. On the fifth ring, she did.
    “It’s me. Can you talk?” Cassie asked.
    “Yes, but Eduardo is home, I only have a minute. He’s showering at the moment. Are you okay?”
    “More than okay. I’ll make it quick. What do you know about banks?”
    “Other than Eduardo’s family owns the biggest bank in Argentina, not much.”
    “What is your account number at his bank? The one we set up?”
    “Funny you should ask. I’m looking at the account right now.”
    “Give me all the numbers you can.” Cassie listened and jotted everything down.
    A feeling of satisfaction flooded her. She had been right. That was why the one number seemed familiar; it had the same sequencing as the Argentine bank. Sergei had an account at Eduardo’s bank, she was sure of it. What about the other nine set of numbers?
    “Are you going to tell me why?” Alexa asked.
    “No. The less you know the better off you are.”
    “Hmm, it sounds like the old Cassie is back. I need to go. Watch your back and be careful, promise me?”
    “Yep. Hey, thanks for the money.”
    Hidden accounts, pirated