as he watched the two Asian men sprint past in pursuit, looking for him. As soon as he was sure they were long gone, he took out his cell phone and called a local taxi service. It wasn’t long before the cab was pulling around the corner and heading toward him. Milo ran from the alley and practically leapt into the cab’s back seat, yelling at the driver to keep driving.
“Airport! Quickly, please,” Milo said.
As he stood at the leader board scanning through the next departing flights, Milo’s mind was racing. Where could he go? What would he do when he got there? He scanned through his contact list of fellow techies and hackers and paused at the name of a girl he had met at the Apple Forum the year before. Anastasia Ivanovich, St. Petersburg, Russia. Hurriedly he sent her an email to let her know he’d be coming to town unexpectedly and needed a place to crash. Then Milo went to the Lufthansa reservation desk, booked the ticket and checked in at the same time. He didn’t feel safe on that side of the airport security checkpoints.
“Can I just go ahead and make my way through?”
“Certainly, sir.”
As Milo approached the first security check, he took out his cell phone and scrolled up to Aurora’s number. He handed the security guard his passport and ticket, then pressed the SEND button.
“Aurora, its Milo.”
She and Adrian were just stepping through the door of her hotel room at Morrison Place to wait while Fitz got the jet ready.
“Hey, are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Listen, I’m sure all my stuff has been trashed by now but as I said, I broke the drive and flushed it down the toilet. Did you get the email yet?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“It should be coming through any second now.”
Just then the phone buzzed in her ear.
“Well, I’m going to leave the country for a bit. If I’m not mistaken, that was yakuza that were chasing after me and that scares me shitless. Thanks for the deposit; the card’s untraceable so it’s what I’ve got to use while I lay low. Don’t worry about the rest of the money; I didn’t finish the job and I wrecked your material. I’ll send you a contact soon but I won’t say anything over the phone right now. Take care ,Aurora. And for heaven’s sake, be very careful.”
The phone call ended and Aurora was left wondering what was happening.
“Hey, was that Milo?”
She hated having to lie to Adrian but she immediately decided that she was going to play some things a whole lot closer to her chest than she had before.
“Yes, he says he’s fine and he’ll get back to me with some more information soon. That I shouldn’t wait around in Bermuda.”
“Why, hasn’t he figured out the files yet?”
“It seems it’s a lot more complicated than any of us thought.”
Aurora stood up and stretched as if to punctuate the conversation. She’d had enough for one night and made her way to the bedroom door, but then she paused and turned back to Adrian.
“Could you pour me a glass of that wine, Adrian? I’ll be in here.”
***
Aurora went straight into the bathroom that adjoined her bedroom. The room was opulent with an enormous walk-through closet between the sleeping area and the bathroom. The bedroom boasted a sitting area that was generously furnished and encompassed the fireplace. A real tiger skin rug lay under a modern glass coffee table and was surrounded by wing chairs and a sofa. She left the bedroom door open and went through to the bathroom.
Hurriedly, Aurora turned on the water in the shower and sat on the toilet. She opened the first file that Milo had sent her. It was a series of documents that seemed to be pertaining to several bank transactions; large ones. She closed it and opened the second one. There were lists in it. Names, addresses, telephone numbers and amounts of money. At a glance, it seemed that Alan had possibly unearthed a cache of unauthorized transactions. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions before
“Airport! Quickly, please,” Milo said.
As he stood at the leader board scanning through the next departing flights, Milo’s mind was racing. Where could he go? What would he do when he got there? He scanned through his contact list of fellow techies and hackers and paused at the name of a girl he had met at the Apple Forum the year before. Anastasia Ivanovich, St. Petersburg, Russia. Hurriedly he sent her an email to let her know he’d be coming to town unexpectedly and needed a place to crash. Then Milo went to the Lufthansa reservation desk, booked the ticket and checked in at the same time. He didn’t feel safe on that side of the airport security checkpoints.
“Can I just go ahead and make my way through?”
“Certainly, sir.”
As Milo approached the first security check, he took out his cell phone and scrolled up to Aurora’s number. He handed the security guard his passport and ticket, then pressed the SEND button.
“Aurora, its Milo.”
She and Adrian were just stepping through the door of her hotel room at Morrison Place to wait while Fitz got the jet ready.
“Hey, are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Listen, I’m sure all my stuff has been trashed by now but as I said, I broke the drive and flushed it down the toilet. Did you get the email yet?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“It should be coming through any second now.”
Just then the phone buzzed in her ear.
“Well, I’m going to leave the country for a bit. If I’m not mistaken, that was yakuza that were chasing after me and that scares me shitless. Thanks for the deposit; the card’s untraceable so it’s what I’ve got to use while I lay low. Don’t worry about the rest of the money; I didn’t finish the job and I wrecked your material. I’ll send you a contact soon but I won’t say anything over the phone right now. Take care ,Aurora. And for heaven’s sake, be very careful.”
The phone call ended and Aurora was left wondering what was happening.
“Hey, was that Milo?”
She hated having to lie to Adrian but she immediately decided that she was going to play some things a whole lot closer to her chest than she had before.
“Yes, he says he’s fine and he’ll get back to me with some more information soon. That I shouldn’t wait around in Bermuda.”
“Why, hasn’t he figured out the files yet?”
“It seems it’s a lot more complicated than any of us thought.”
Aurora stood up and stretched as if to punctuate the conversation. She’d had enough for one night and made her way to the bedroom door, but then she paused and turned back to Adrian.
“Could you pour me a glass of that wine, Adrian? I’ll be in here.”
***
Aurora went straight into the bathroom that adjoined her bedroom. The room was opulent with an enormous walk-through closet between the sleeping area and the bathroom. The bedroom boasted a sitting area that was generously furnished and encompassed the fireplace. A real tiger skin rug lay under a modern glass coffee table and was surrounded by wing chairs and a sofa. She left the bedroom door open and went through to the bathroom.
Hurriedly, Aurora turned on the water in the shower and sat on the toilet. She opened the first file that Milo had sent her. It was a series of documents that seemed to be pertaining to several bank transactions; large ones. She closed it and opened the second one. There were lists in it. Names, addresses, telephone numbers and amounts of money. At a glance, it seemed that Alan had possibly unearthed a cache of unauthorized transactions. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions before
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