Where the Money Goes
She knew that she had him on track for the moment and she had to be quick. ”We know they are all a part of major money laundering operation, truly international and involving big money. They have connections to groups in Russia, India, Pakistan, Jordan, and many other countries around the world. In addition, due to the UN and US sanctions, several dummy companies in Dubai handle imports and exports for Jordan. Unlimited money, unlimited power. They are all high-ups, well connected, and with ample resources. I don’t know much but whatever I do know I have told you.”
Nick dropped back into his chair and picked up the file again. “All this for what, drugs?”
“No, just regular stuff people need but can’t get directly. It could be that drugs are also involved, but primarily it is about sugar, medicines, fruits, wheat, oil. You name it and they are involved.”
“Oh, I get it. I read about it in the newspaper. They ship the goods into Dubai, repackage them, stamp them, and ship them back to Iraq—their own country.” He began to mutter the word money over and over again. Suddenly, he went quiet and began to go through the file again. He broke the silence by asking, “And what makes you think they’re sending their man to our neck of the woods, Miss Spook?”
“My Scotland Yard friend did some checking. Not much, but just some basic checking. An American by the name of John Robinson left Gatwick Airport late yesterday for Quebec. Funny thing is, the Canadian authorities have no record of him ever coming into their country. They even checked out the security tapes, but no one even looking the slightest like this man reached airport.”
Nick nodded his head. “Oh, very bright. And they figure that’s Mr. Assassin’s latest alias. What, he did not like John Smith?”
“Now that one is a bit obvious, you’ll have to admit,” Heidi responded. She felt better now that she had passed on all the necessary information to Nick. She had already checked his credentials and knew he could be trusted. Now that she had spoken to him face to face, she was reassured that he was the agent to help her.
Nick reached the final page of the report. When he finished reading it, he looked up at Heidi. “Huh. So he flew into Quebec, eh? Then our Mr. John Robinson just disappears and the trail goes cold from there.”