Deep Into The Night (Hartz Island Series) by Tracie Ingersoll Loy Read Free Book Online

have one you can use. If it’s long distance, I’ll have to charge you for the call.”
    “It is, but I have a phone card.”
    “Good. Come on back then.” She lifted the counter gate and Cassie walked through, following her to the back office. “Do you know how to use those things?”
    “I think so. They’re pretty much all the same.”
    “You go ahead and use it while I finish up the computer work.”
    “Great.”
    Cassie keyed in the phone card number and then the Cayman’s bank number. She waited for the signal before feeding the fax. According to the information she’d received previously, it was just a matter of time for the bank to activate the account. This information she could get at the library. Keeping her back to Betty, Cassie keyed in a couple of false fax numbers to erase her original destination.
    “That thing not working properly?”
    “No, it’s fine. I’m just finishing up.” She turned and smiled.
    “Got your note about spending another night. So far we haven’t had a cancellation. You can check later if you want. Sorry you can’t spend the weekend. The Art Fair is wonderful, but we are totally full. You might be able to see some of the booths who set up early.”
    Cassie thanked her and headed out.
    With time to kill waiting for the library to open, she parked the truck in the library parking lot and went in search of coffee. The early morning cups had worn off, and she yearned for her daily double shot of espresso. It didn’t take long to find it. All she had to do was look for the steady stream of people heading into a shop and leaving with a coffee.
    Cassie took her time and window-shopped. She enjoyed the hubbub of activity on the street. The morning sun glistened in an art gallery window, reflecting off a beautiful mosaic glass structure. She stopped and admired the creation. A man in the gallery waved and smiled, and she did the same. The gallery lights lit, allowing a much better view of the inside of the store. Her heart skipped a few beats when she recognized a god-awful painting, similar to the ones that graced Sergei’s office. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes practically popped out of her head when she saw the price tag. Sergei not only hid his money, he had it tied up in Sashay’s butt ugly paintings.
    At five after nine, Cassie strolled through the library, heading toward the computers. A few keystrokes later and the Cayman’s bank website popped up. She keyed in her account number from the fax and held her breath. Relief flooded her looking at the screen—she was in. It was time to get to work.
    After reading the banking guidelines from the pamphlet, the government monitored large amounts of monies transferred in and out of accounts and also unusual activity. It initiated red flags. Cassie transferred in the first ninety-five hundred from one account, then another and another, until all nineteen were sitting in Sergei’s account at Eduardo’s bank. After waiting what she felt a reasonable amount of time, she checked his balance. All of the ninety-five hundred dollars had been noted, bringing the balance to one hundred eighty thousand five hundred dollars. The amount she’d lost and then some. The red flags had to be flapping in the wind, signaling the officials at all ends. A few keystrokes later, she transferred it into her new untraceable account in the Caymans.
    Sergei Koslov, you have a nice day.
    The relaxed atmosphere of Morro Bay had enticed her, so she wandered back toward the motel to see if Betty had a cancellation. The gallery doors now stood propped open with a copper sculpture; she paused and looked in, admiring most of the art.
    “Entre, darling.” The perfectly coiffed blond man with a stunning suit smiled and waved her in. “I know you.”
    She froze.
    “You were here earlier window gazing. I never forget a face.”
    Relief shot through her. “I was.” Cassie smiled and nodded. “I’m curious about all the paintings.” She pointed.