Orest Stelmach - The Boy Who Stole from the Dead

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The guardian of a boy from the Arctic Circle with a secret that might change the world risks her life to prove he’s innocent of murder in New York City.
Bobby Kungenook, a mysterious seventeen-year-old hockey phenom from the Arctic Circle is accused of murder in New York City. Bobby’s guardian, Nadia Tesla, knows his true identity. If his secret gets out, it could cost him his life. Sports journalist Lauren Ross is in hot pursuit of Bobby’s story. Where did the boy with the blazing speed and magical hands come from? Why has no one heard of him before?
Nadia’s certain the boy is innocent, but the police have a signed confession and an eyewitness. To discover the truth about that night in New York, Nadia must dig into the boy’s past. Her international investigation — in New York, London, and Ukraine — will make her an unwitting pawn in a deadly game and reignite her quest for a priceless treasure, one that could alter mankind forever.

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Nadia identified herself as a forensic security analyst, discussed her background, and said she was looking for an understudy. She told the director that Valentine had applied for a job and she wanted to verify his graduation. The director did so. To confirm they were speaking about the same Jonathan Valentine, she asked to verify his current and previous addresses. Nadia offered Valentine’s most recent address in the Meatpacking District. Johnny had procured it from the police report. The director verified it. Then she asked the director for Valentine’s previous addresses. He gave her the address for the University of Nottingham, and for a secondary school called Felshire. Nadia thanked him, hung up, and jumped on the computer to buy a plane ticket.

Maybe they would have loved Valentine in Texas, but they knew him in London.

CHAPTER 12

NADIA SAT AT a circular table in the lounge of the Four Seasons Hotel on East - фото 14

NADIA SAT AT a circular table in the lounge of the Four Seasons Hotel on East Fifty-Seventh Street. Her potential client had arranged for an investment banker to meet her. Nadia presumed it was some form of an interview to measure her qualifications.

At noon, the Four Seasons became one of the hot spots where financiers gathered to discuss deals. This was ironic because the hotel itself was a monument to the peak of the Japanese real estate market and poor financial planning. The owners finished construction in 1993 at a cost of $477 million, or $1.3 million per room. They promptly went bankrupt and sold the hotel at a 60% discount. More than two decades later, the average cost for new luxury hotels was still less than $600,000 per room.

As Nadia watched the foyer, discount was not a word that came to mind. On the contrary. When a banker chose the Four Seasons he was sending a specific message. His client wanted to hire the best and was willing to pay top dollar. Oh, she’d have to work for it, there was no question about that. The days of mediocrity being rewarded were over. The market collapse of 2008 saw to that. But Nadia wouldn’t have had it any other way. She enjoyed earning her money and she desperately needed the gig.

Lunch was scheduled for 12:30 p.m. The banker showed up at 12:29 p.m. That was another promising sign. Deal oriented professionals usually raced from meeting to meeting and inevitably ran late. Punctuality implied the client demanded it. Such adherence to the client’s demands meant a lucrative revenue stream was at risk.

When the man in pinstripes carrying a black valise saw Nadia, he sighed with exasperation. He headed straight toward her as though he’d studied her website. He was tall and slim with a weak jaw and a slippery complexion. He introduced himself as T. Bradley Ehren. He dumped his briefcase on the table. He didn’t offer his hand or a business card. He didn’t sit down, forcing Nadia to look up at him.

“This is a complete waste of time,” he said. He flipped the briefcase on its end and worked the combination locks.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Nadia said.

He grunted. Popped the valise open. Pulled out a stack of papers and closed it.

“Like I told you over the phone,” he said, “I’m conducting due diligence on behalf of my client. My client is contemplating certain transactions and he’s looking to hire someone.”

“What kind of transactions?”

“Obviously that’s privileged information. He’s interested in hiring the best financial analyst in the business but he needs a very particular set of skills. You come highly recommended. To him. Not to me.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s making the decisions.”

“He’s looking for someone with a thorough understanding of financial accounting. An experienced analyst who can scrub the books.”

“Yes.”

“And someone who can speak Russian fluently. Passing knowledge of Ukrainian would be helpful, too.”

“Yes,” Nadia said, though some technical vocabulary would be a challenge.

“That reduces the candidate pool somewhat, though this is a global search. There are several excellent candidates in Europe.”

“I’m confident I can compete.”

Ehren laughed. “Industrials,” he said.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Industrials. The last requirement is that the analyst must have an intimate knowledge of global industrial companies. Your background is in energy, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then you see why this is a waste of time. I asked around. You have a good reputation and if you say you’re fluent in these languages I have no doubt you are or you’d be found out quickly. But the industrial expertise…”

“Is of secondary importance,” Nadia said. “Financial statements are financial statements.”

“Really? Let’s see about that.” He organized his documents into three stacks and dumped them in front of Nadia. “These are audited financial statements for three industrial companies. You can see the black magic markings at the top. The names of the companies have been redacted. All you have are the balance sheet, income statement, and statement of changes in financial position for the last five years. One is in English. Two are in Russian.”

Nadia frowned. “Is this a homework assignment?”

“No, Nadia. This is a test.”

“A what?”

“A test. A real time, live test.”

“I’m a professional. I haven’t taken a test since interviewing for my first job.”

“Great. I’ll tell my client his exercise was beneath you.” Ehren reached for the papers.

“Wait,” Nadia said. “What exactly do you want? A statistical analysis? Fundamental ratios? My assessment of—”

Ehren raised his palm and grimaced. “Please. Don’t insult us. I can get a girl fresh out of B-school to give me a ratio analysis and blow me at the same time.”

“Then what?”

“Name the companies.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have to name the three companies. You have their financials. If you can understand financials and read Russian, and you know the industrial world, you should be able to name the companies.”

Nadia knew she had no chance. None whatsoever. But her father had taught her survival skills in the Litchfield Hills when she was a child. Among the lessons: never underestimate your resourcefulness under pressure.

“You see,” Ehren said. “It wasn’t personal when I said this was a waste of time. Shall we call it a day?” He started to collect the papers.

Nadia slammed her hand on top of them. “Not so fast.”

Ehren frowned.

“How much time do I have?”

Ehren checked his watch. “It’s twelve thirty-four. You have one hour. We’ll make it one thirty-five. Don’t say I’m not generous.”

“What are the rules?”

“Rules?”

“Yes. Are there any rules?”

“The rules are to name the companies in one hour. You can use any and all resources at your disposal with one exception. You can’t discuss the financials with any other person.”

“Understood.”

“You sure you want to embarrass yourself?”

“Yes. It’s a hobby of mine. It keeps me grounded.”

Ehren shook his head. “Fine. Then I’m going to go meet my client as planned and leave you to it. If you come to your senses and realize the futility of the matter, feel free to order up some lunch.”

Ehren started to leave.

“How many other candidates have you seen?” Nadia said.

“Nine.”

“Anybody name all the companies yet?”

“No. But my sister—she worked at Goldman for five years—got two of them.”

Ehren turned and walked toward the front desk. A fresh-faced woman bustled to him out of nowhere. She looked like a recent college graduate. Probably an associate. She appeared to be vomiting information to him.

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