Christopher Reich - Numbered Account

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Former U.S. marine and Harvard Business School graduate Nicholas Neumann seems to have it all: a dream job, a beautiful fiancée, a future bright with promise. But beneath the dazzling veneer of this golden boy is a man haunted by the brutal killing of his father seventeen years before. And when new evidence implicates the venerable United Swiss Bank in the crime, Nick finds himself willing to do whatever it takes to uncover the truth. Leaving behind everything he holds dear, Nick takes a job in Zurich with the United Swiss Bank, and is soon plunged into a world where everything — loyalty, power, even life and death — can be bought and sold for the right price. As the secrets of the venerable bank are laid bare, suddenly Nick knows far too much — about the offer he never should have accepted, about the money he never should have handled, about the woman he never should have loved.

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“You didn’t just type this up, did you?” Nick asked, joking.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to. See there at the lower left-hand corner. Those four numbers followed by the letters AB. That’s our internal reference for the operation I requested to print out these shares. Somewhere in our database there is a record of my little theft.”

Nick finished for his friend. “So if we call up that record, we’ll get the exact same info as you have.”

“Natch,” said Sprecher, and then he winked. “It was too damned easy. Like I said, the place was bloody chaotic. Faris, our equities guru, sits with his back to me at the next station over. I knew where to look, I just needed the opportunity. Filled the good man’s glass with bubbly, Uncle Peter did, and voila, presto magico. Off he went for a pit stop and off I went to his desk. It’s not as if he logs into and out of his computer each time he gets up. I sat my bottom down as if I ruddy well belonged there. Didn’t look over my shoulder once. Just tapped in the account name, requested a historical record of all movements into and out of the account for the last eighteen months, and hit ‘Print.’ And don’t worry, Nick, I returned the computer to the screen it was on when I sat down—currency cross rates or some such. He never knew I was there. And you, Nick. How did thee fare?”

Nick knew he’d have a hard time matching Sprecher’s joyous recitation, so he decided on a low-key performance. “The Pasha’s file in its entirety.” He tapped the briefcase at his side. “With what’s inside and the list you gave me, we can check if Mevlevi’s transfers match Konig’s purchases.”

“Good boy. Of course, you I never doubted.”

“For now, I’m turning the file over to you. Too dangerous to keep it at my place.”

Sprecher eyed the briefcase, then said gravely, “Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate.”

“And besides that, keep it in good condition.”

Nick had tried to reach Sylvia twice prior to leaving the bank, hoping to wangle an invitation to spend the night at her place. She hadn’t been home either time and only belatedly had he remembered a mention of her visiting her father in Sargans. He wondered if the Pasha’s file would be any safer at Sylvia’s than at his place. He’d assembled a list of questions for her, and now as he reviewed them his stomach burned with a sour fury. Who had told Kaiser about the theft of the shareholder lists and their delivery to Klaus Konig? Who had informed him that Armin Schweitzer was the man behind their theft? How had Kaiser known about their lunch date Thursday? Who had left the message on her machine last night? Had it been the Chairman’s voice he’d heard?

He wanted desperately to assure himself that there was no chance that Sylvia was the responsible party. He wished he knew her so well that he could answer his own misgivings with an unequivocal no. But she had always kept a part of herself hidden from him. He knew it was true, because he had done the same. Until today he had enjoyed exploring the limits of their relationship, never knowing what he might find behind a veiled glance or a furtive sigh. Now he had to ask himself if her diffidence had merely been obfuscation.

Nick turned his attention toward the hopping establishment. “Any sign of our man?”

Sprecher stood and scanned the entire room. “Don’t see him.”

“I’ll check the floor. Maybe I can spot him. You keep your eye on that briefcase.” Nick left his stool and walked a few steps into the crowded room. He remembered Yogi Bauer as a hunched gray man in a dark suit. So far he didn’t see anyone who matched that description. Clusters of men and women stood drink in hand, every last one smoking a cigarette. He moved through their ranks searching the tables that ran along each wall. No luck. After a few minutes he returned to the bar and found Sprecher nursing a beer.

“Didn’t see him?” Sprecher asked, lighting another cigarette.

Nick said no and ordered a beer for himself.

Sprecher leaned back on his stool, grinning sardonically. “What did you say you did in the marines?”

“Recon.”

“That’s what I thought. Must’ve been one sad unit.” He laid his cigarette in the ashtray and swung around on his stool, lifting a casual finger toward the darkest corner of the bar. “Next to the potted palm, far corner. You might consider investing in a good pair of specs.”

Nick looked to where Sprecher was pointing. As if on cue, a clutch of attractive women parted company offering him a clear view of a small man, beer stein in hand, dressed in a wrinkled three-piece charcoal suit. It was Yogi Bauer. Just one problem. Ten empty mugs littered the table in front of him. “He’s legless.”

Sprecher was signaling the bartender. “Barman, give us another round and whatever Mr. Bauer over there is drinking.”

The bartender looked over Sprecher’s shoulder. “Mr. Bauer? You mean Yogi. Beer or schnapps should do the trick.”

“One of each,” volunteered Sprecher.

The bartender left to pour their beers and when he returned, said, “Go easy on him. He’s been in since noon. He may be a little surly, but remember, he’s a paying customer.”

Nick picked up two beers and followed his colleague through the crowd. He doubted they’d get anything out of this guy. When they reached Bauer’s table, Sprecher pulled out a chair and sat down. “Mind if we join you for a pint? Name’s Peter Sprecher and this is my pal, Nick.”

Yogi Bauer straightened his arms and adjusted his frayed cuffs. “Nice to see our young ones still have manners,” he said, lifting the stein to his lips. His dyed black hair was matted and in need of a trim. His maroon tie sported a stain the size and shape of a small African country. His eyes were rheumy. Bauer was the textbook definition of an aging alcoholic.

He finished off half of his beer, then said, “Sprecher, I know you. Did a little time in Blighty, if I’m not mistaken?”

“Exactly. I did my schooling at Carne in Sussex. In fact, we wanted to ask you a couple of questions about your time in England, when you were with USB.”

“When I was with USB?” Bauer asked. “When wasn’t I with USB? When weren’t all of us with USB? I’ve already told you Schweitzer’s story. What else do you want to know?”

Nick leaned forward ready to fire away, but Sprecher placed a calming hand on his shoulder, so he eased back and let his colleague bait the lure.

Sprecher waited until Bauer set down the beer. “You were at USB London for how long? Two years?”

“Two years?” said Bauer, as if shortchanged for time spent before the mast. “More like seven. We opened her up in seventy-three and I left in seventy-nine. Got the heave-ho back to the main office. That was a black day, I can tell you.”

“So it was a small branch?”

“Small enough, at least early on. Armin Schweitzer was the branch manager. I was his assistant. Why the interest? You heading back?”

“Heading back?” asked Sprecher, caught off guard momentarily. “Yes, yes, in fact I was thinking of transferring there. London’s the place these days. By the way, how many staffers were you?”

“Started with three of us. When I left we were thirty.”

“Must’ve known everyone?”

Bauer shrugged and grunted in a single well-choreographed movement, as if to say “Of course, you stupid fucking idiot.” “We were a family. Of sorts, that is.”

“There was a man named Burki there at the same time, wasn’t there? Vice president. I believe his name was Caspar. Surely, you must have known him.”

Yogi Bauer’s eyes darted from the empty beer mug to the full glass of schnapps.

“Caspar Burki?” Sprecher repeated.

“Of course, I remember Cappy,” blurted Yogi Bauer, more forced confession than idle reminiscence. “Hard not to know a man when you work in the same office for five years.”

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