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Krupps?”
    “Their trouble wasn’t caused by the meltdown in ’08—they survived it almost unscathed. In 2011 they almost went bankrupt because of a rogue trader. He lost the bank nearly a billion dollars through bad investments. Then Wall Street lost faith in them and their share price bombed.”
    “So what saved them from going under?” Ingrid wasn’t at all convinced Fisher Krupps’ previous financial troubles had any bearing on what had happened today in their London office.
    “A shale gas billionaire bought the company for a dollar. From what I’ve read, it seems he’d always dreamed of owning a bank.”
    “The way some guys want to own a football or baseball team?”
    “Oh, this guy owns those things too. He’s very, very rich.”
    “And in all your research, have you discovered any reason why somebody might want to target his bank?”
    “Not so far. But I’m just getting started.”
    “Thanks. Let me know if you do dig up any major enemies who might want to see Fisher Krupps suffer.”
    “Sure.” Jennifer turned back to face her computer and started typing.
    Ingrid felt a little sorry for the clerk, it would be a long and tedious task. Unless Jennifer dug up some specific threat to the bank, Ingrid was still more inclined to suspect Matthew Fuller was the intended victim. Discovering the reason for his involvement in the Witness Protection Program was vital to prove or disprove her hunch. Tomorrow she would speak to her boss about the situation. The US Marshals Service might be able to decline her request for information, but they’d have a much tougher time denying an official request from the assistant deputy chief.

6
    At 7.30 p.m., after putting in a call to DI Mbeke and learning the man had nothing new to report, Ingrid decided there was nothing more to be usefully done and started to pack up her things. Hopefully tomorrow would yield more success. Right now she was too frustrated and hungry to concentrate on anything more than getting back to her hotel and ordering something from room service.
    She had been staying at the four star hotel in Marylebone ever since she’d arrived in London, back in December. It was convenient more than luxurious, and lately she’d seriously been considering looking for an apartment to rent. The Bureau offered a pretty generous relocation package and she figured it might make sense to take advantage of it. But first she had to decide whether or not she was planning to stay.
    A decision she had managed to avoid making for the last four and a half months.
    She grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair and headed to the exit. Her cell phone started vibrating before she’d reached the underground parking lot. She hoped it was Patrick Mbeke, calling to tell her about some vital new piece of evidence his team had uncovered, but when she glanced at the screen she was disappointed to discover the call was from an unlisted ‘out of area’ number. Which meant it was an international call. She hadn’t given her cell phone number to Witness Protection, so it was most likely her fiancé calling. She quickly dismissed the call. A conversation with Marshall Claybourne on a poor quality trans-Atlantic cell phone connection wouldn’t be good for either of them.
    As she reached her motorcycle in the parking lot, the phone buzzed again. Again the unlisted out of area number. She thought about switching off the cell, but in a moment of rashness answered the call.
    “Hey, Marsh. I’m kinda in the middle of something. Can it wait?” She opened the box on the back of the bike and removed her helmet and gloves.
    “I need you to get some place fast. Do you have the bike?”
    Ingrid looked down at the Triumph Tiger 800 and thought about telling Marshall it was at the garage for a repair. Instead she said nothing.
    “Something’s being flagged over here,” Marshall continued, “somebody’s trying to access a bank account that’s on a watch list. I need you to check it