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immediately and arrived about six a.m. By that time, I received the first email, saying Erik had been taken and I needed to have a quarter of a million dollars wired to an offshore bank account. Of course, I gave the email to the FBI when they arrived. I was advised not to pay until they could trace the money.”
    Anton erupted with a rude snort. “Those federal bastards didn’t care about Erik. They were too interested in wanting to ascertain where Ivan was getting the money.”
    Bart watched the three men carefully as Ivan continued. He noted Dmitry quietly in the background offering no explanations, his face interestingly passive.
    “My security people checked out what they could about the account, but it would be impossible for me to be able to see who actually got their hands on the money.” Shaking his head, he looked directly at Bart. “It won’t surprise you to know that money laundering has been a…family business…for a long time. So I know it’s possible to bury accounts so that someone can get to it and we’ll never know who they are.”
    “Is this something you asked Jack to work on?”
    “Not at first, no. To be honest, I wasn’t thinking as clearly as I normally do.”
    “That’s understandable.”
    “Not if I want to outsmart the bastard who has my grandson,” Ivan said emphatically.
    “I don’t know what Jack can do, but I’ll talk to him this afternoon when I report in.” Bart saw the appreciation in Ivan’s expression before continuing his questions. “You paid them, right? On time?”
    “Yes, absolutely,” Ivan confirmed. “Then nothing. There was no email telling me where he was. After about two hours another demand came in. They wanted another quarter of a million dollars.”
    Standing, Bart closed his notebook and placed it in the pocket of his jacket. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a look at Erik’s room.”
    Ivan leaned back heavily, as though the dissertation had taken everything out of him. Anton nodded toward the stairs. “If you go to the top of the stairs and back to the end of the hall, Erik’s room is on the right.”
    Nodding, Bart turned and walked out of the room. He almost smiled but stilled it quickly. Not because he was happy, but because this was what he liked doing the best. He honestly wished Monty had come to do the interview since he was so good at putting people at ease. Me? Getting my hands dirty in an investigation is my forte!

Chapter 4
    F aith walked around the room, looking at objects, noting their placement. No rhythm to the room. No symmetry. Books were scattered on the nightstand and desk, but shared the space with toys. Nine years old. Almost too old for certain toys, but too young to give them up completely. She knew his laptop had been taken by the FBI but it would have given her no clues anyway.
    The curtains were closed but she crossed the room and held them back slightly. Down below, she could see the manicured lawn of the back yard, the swimming pool beyond the stone patio. Large pots held palm trees, surrounded by smaller pots of evergreens dotting the patio. Palm trees? She wondered how they grew in Virginia’s mountainous regions, but knew money could buy almost anything. The vista beyond held no interest so she let the curtain drop back into place, plunging the room into faint shadows.
    The walls were peppered with sports posters and a shelf held several little league trophies. She stepped into Erik’s bathroom, wondering at the neatness found there. A housekeeper would probably tidy it every day, but she noticed his toothbrush and toothpaste tossed casually on the marble counter. There was still a small glob of blue toothpaste in the sink bowl. His clothes were laying on the edge of the hamper in little bundles as though he had made a ball toss using the hamper as his basketball net. She turned off the bathroom light and made her way back toward the unmade bed.
    Faith knelt on her knees by the side of the bed and lay her