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

sequence number from the hundred dollar bill against the Argentine bank’s routing number, confirming Sergei had an account at Eduardo’s bank. Cassie exited out of that site and keyed in for Internet banking, taking her to the four digit PIN code. All she needed was a four digit number. First, she tried his birthday, then his birth year. Nothing. Stay calm and think like Sergei . It was four simple uncomplicated numbers, something he didn’t have to think about. She tried the last four digits of his cell number. Access!
    “Holy sh…” she gasped, covering her mouth. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. Sergei had nine thousand five hundred dollars in this account. After the initial shock, her first reaction was that money was hers. That asshole owed her. Besides the lost wages, her reputation had taken a beating. She could kick herself for not keeping an actual tab of missed days because of bruised eyes and cheekbones and broken ribs.
    “Finders keepers, losers weepers,” she whispered.
    Cassie keyed in the transaction to have that money transferred to her new account. She grinned and raised her finger to strike the enter key but stopped in mid-air. The reality of what she was about to do hit her full force. Cassie pushed away from the computer and stood. Her heart pounded.
    She had become a common criminal, just like Sergei, stealing—she guessed—already stolen money. Taking a couple of deep breaths, her heart calmed to a normal beat. Cassie sat down and logged out. She needed to rethink this. In her anger and defiance, she’d almost screwed herself with that transfer.
    Wrestling with her conscious, she finally made the decision only to transfer the amount of money she felt she lost in actual, true wages. This she could live with. The next question was how to do it without a money trail.
    People hid money all the time. Legally and not. Even Sandy at the bank had made a reference to Switzerland. Swiss banking was considered offshore banking, so Cassie did an Internet search using various key words. According to the numerous websites, offshore banking could be done in several places besides Switzerland. The Caribbean seemed to be the next hot spot for setting up accounts that couldn’t be easily traced or accessed by the government. If she read everything correctly, she wasn’t breaking any banking laws as long as she paid her taxes. She had until April 15th to solve that problem.
    Studying all the Internet sites, the island of Nevis by St. Kitts in the Caribbean had a good thing going for privacy, so she searched to see what banks were located there. Two seemed a little shady, but one stood out, also having a branch in the Caymans. She remembered reading about the Caymans and their banking policies, which were similar to Switzerland. Cassie wished now she had listened more to Eduardo when he droned on about banking. The problem was, she never believed he knew anything about it. He was rich, gorgeous, and looked more like a playboy than a banker.
    “Unbelievable,” Cassie muttered, studying the website.
    If she wanted the money from Sergei’s accounts, which she did, Cassie needed to set up an offshore account, preferably in the Cayman Islands, one that wasn’t traceable. How fast could it be done? Everything she read said with the correct documentation, fairly quickly—hopefully by tomorrow. She needed to locate a fax machine.
    Cassie almost jumped out of her chair when someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned to see the librarian.
    “The library is going to close in fifteen minutes.”
    “Already? I just need to download a document.”
    “You have enough time. Just send it to the main printer and pay for it up at the front desk when you leave.” The clerk smiled and went on to the next patron.
    After hitting the print button, Cassie gathered up her things. By the time she walked up to pay for the document, it had finished printing.
    “Did you get everything you needed?”
    “Pretty