Adrian
Adrian“I’m ready to send the text,” I tell Dima. I had to call him while I had a cell signal.
Kat looks over at me from the window seat. I’m still in the bunkroom because I couldn’t bring myself to tie her up again to leave it. Besides, I don’t really have anything to hide from her now.
We’re on the ship–she can’t get off. She knows my plan.
“I was able to trace his last location. He was in Malta.”
“Malta,” I repeat, watching Kat’s face.
I can tell by the way she stiffens that it’s true.
Dima goes on, “I can’t get any of his banking cracked, but I do have hers wide open. You could have him transfer money into her account, and I can transfer immediately out of it. Also, I might be able to trace it back to his.”
“That works. You sure he can’t trace it?”
“I’m good at what I do
