Chapter 19
The City of London Bank Headquarters
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
8:30 p.m.
The building was virtually empty. Heavy footsteps on the marble floors echoed on the walls.
Impatient, Alistair opened the door invited the man into his office. “Good evening, Baptist. You worked quickly, as always.” His certainty about the detective’s capacity for professionalism remained unspoken.
“Mr. MacCraig, you know that my reports are the best in Britain,” he boasted. “I informed you before that Sophia Santo didn’t exist. And that the woman you were looking for was another person, had another identity.” He handed over the file he was carrying. “But, if I may say, this was one of the most difficult jobs I’ve ever had. Challenging. The woman is an eel.”
Alistair motioned for the man to sit dow
