CHAPTER 18
After breakfast the following day, Mark looked up the banks and companies belonging to Weissenstein's InterBanking Corporation empire. Together with what he had learnt in London, the pieces began to make sense. Weissenstein and his banking consortium were at the heart of the scam and Greenspan and his boss were risking GI funds to make themselves rich. Just the details were missing to nail them.
He hoped to get them from Weissenstein's computer setup at the villa. He had learnt how from Fred. This should be a piece of cake.
Jesus, heroes were made of lesser stuff!
Mark wore a dark grey business suit and carried a briefcase, as she'd asked him to. The outfit felt strange. The last time he'd worn a suit was when Greenspan fired him.
His taxi picked its way out of a congested
