I smiled grimly as I dropped the putty in the suitcase, zipped it up, and pocketed the detonator. “Don’t worry. Just get me inside the building – I’ll handle the rest. By the way, I need your phone.”
She handed it over, and I called Niccolo.
When he first came to work for my family, Lars had set up a protocol for contacting each other from unknown numbers.
I was supposed to text Niccolo a code first, but since it was about 3 AM his time, I didn’t think he would care.
It took six rings, but my twin finally answered.
He didn’t say anything, though.
That was part of Lars’s protocol.
I said in Italian, “It’s me, and I’m outstanding.”
‘Outstanding’ was code to let him know I wasn’t phoning under duress from an enemy.
“Thank God,”Niccolo said, and I could hear the relief in his voice.“I’ve been trying to call you, but you don’t pick up – what the fuck is going on over there?!”
“Lau took my phone. I need you to wipe it with that remote software program we installed.”
“Was I right? Were they working with Fausto?”
Rather than the usual self-satisfaction I might have expected, all I could hear in my brother’s voice was fear.
“You were right. But I have a shot to turn it around.”
“What are you going to – ”
“I don’t have much time and I need you to write something down. Have you got a piece of paper?”
Niccolo grabbed one and told me to go ahead.
I recited a long string of letters and numbers – one of my many Bitcoin accounts – and a 15-word recovery password, along with instructions on how to use them.
“Why are you telling me all this?”
“If negotiations go well, you’ll need it to access any money I recover.”
“Why can’t YOU access it yourself?”
“In case negotiations don’t go wellenough.”
“…are you fucking with me right now?”
“No.”
“Are you saying you could DIE?!”
“It’s a distinct possibility.”
“ROBERTO – ”
“There’s no time. How’s Massimo?”
“He came out of surgery okay, the doctors think he’ll live – Roberto, what the FUCK is going on?!”
Mei-ling pointed ahead of us, and I looked up.