CHAPTER 14
Back at the office, I lost no time in arranging another meeting with the Commercial Bank. Loading Elka and Melo Granotti, who had by now joined us as the new finance manager, into my car, I drove into the centre of Wiesbaden. I was determined to have it out with them. I needed to know just what sort of game his bank was playing.
But Falkenhagen had some bad new for us. An attorney representing an unnamed third party had lodged a cheque with the bank's head office in Frankfurt for 125 million euros, the full amount of the firm's debt only one day before.
"I don't get it," I said angrily. "What's going on here?"
"I only learnt the details this morning. The man's principal has bought up the whole of your mother's outstanding debt."
I'd never been in a situation like this befor
