Lucifer's Banker by Bradley C. Birkenfeld

Author:Bradley C. Birkenfeld
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781626343726
Publisher: Greenleaf Book Group Press
Published: 2016-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

Sincerely,

L. Jafarli

London

I read it again, and then again. And then I read it one more fucking time while my ears nearly popped from the steam spitting out of my brain. The language was weird, stilted, as if someone were trying to impersonate a foreign national writing in English. “Unprofessional actuations”? Ladjel’s English was perfect, much more fluid than this piece of garbage. And Ladjel’s name was at the bottom, but it wasn’t a signature. It was typed. A signature’s like a fingerprint. If you’re an impostor pulling a scam, you type it.

I walked to my veranda, flung the French doors open, and stared at the distant Swiss Alps beyond the lake. I didn’t even realize that the fax had fluttered from my fingers and curled up on the floor. No one, and I mean not a single soul except my lawyers in Geneva and Washington, knew that I’d been to the Department of Justice. Neither firm knew of my friend Ladjel, and Ladjel didn’t have a clue about my activities in Washington. Even if he had, I knew he’d never screw me this way, then show me the evidence and pretend to be warning me off like a concerned friend. Hell, he was my friend and had been for years! He was trying to save my skin.

But who was trying to skin me? Then I suddenly remembered that Customs stop in Texas. They’d pulled Ladjel off the plane, alone, just to get his particulars, probably on orders from … Kevin Fucking Downing. And if Downing, how did he know where I was going after my trip to DC? Perhaps he’d tapped my phone and put a tail on me; they could’ve followed us to Dulles, then simply demanded the flight plan for the Citation X. When we headed back, Customs would’ve already had their marching orders, and the DOJ their dupe to use: Ladjel, a highly reputable investment banker with a Swiss passport.

My blood boiled. Someone inside the US government, either Downing and his fucking cohorts or someone else, was trying to get me thrown into a Swiss prison cell.

Or, worse, they were going to get me killed.

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