Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Six

A package delivered via FedEx arrives on a desk in the Times mailroom.Receipt Leroy.Gray grabbed the phone with trembling hands. Hi Hilton, the FedEx item has arrived.OK, send it right away.You're welcome. Hilton took the mail package and walked to Clement.Stamp's office.He stood behind Stamp and watched him open the envelope.Stamp shook the torn end against the table, and the contents rattled out.Two ninety-minute cassette tapes, and a typewritten letter. The letter was crumpled from being caught in the tape.Stamp put it on the table and smoothed it out with his hands.Hilton stood behind and saw what was written on the letter:

Hilton: Please take care of this.You can show it to Clement, no problem.He is a talented editor and can be trusted.Don't show it to any lawyers, or you'll never get it published.You and I both know that they don't have the courage, they just want to live in peace.Do not give it to the police or authorities.You know why I have no confidence in them.Even if you find a good one, by the time they start taking action, my hair will be gray and yours will be gone too.As I told you on the phone, during this period of time, I still have to hide and cannot come out, and I am worried about my life.The people who killed Jungmi and Dante are looking for me everywhere.

I played the role of an undercover investigator in the whole affair, and I was hired by the Governor of the Bank of England.There was someone else with him, who I don't know.Maybe someone from the intelligence services.Anyway, I have finished my work and provided them with the information and evidence of the criminals, but for some reason, they have stood still, arrested no one, and have not taken any action.Thus, those plotters and those killers are still at large.My only hope is that you write a report exposing them.In this way, apart from revenge, there is no need for them to kill and silence.

The letter also described the process of this fraudulent crime and the list of all persons involved.At the end of the letter, he added a sentence saying that the Mafia may have had a hand in the case. Stamp and Scudder looked at each other, eyes sparkling.Stamp reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a tape recorder.They listened to the recording in silence, so shocked that they didn't say a word.Stamp then put the tape and the letter back in the large envelope and locked them in a safe on the back wall of the office.The veins in his temples were throbbing.It's brilliant: high-level figures in the Italian government are involved in pornography, corruption and murder. These things also involve the City of Finance, Needlework Street, and possibly the intelligence services.Those conspirators are all as rich as Chrysas, but Sara.Jason was scared into hiding.

Hilton rubbed his eyes and said thoughtfully: What should we do? Clement stood up, walked around the desk, walked in front of Hilton, grabbed his shoulders suddenly, his eyes sparkled. Come on, try to play around the edges and write a satirical story.Let's gauge the reaction.Don't make it clear at this stage. Hilton looked up at him and smiled. What are you going to do? Me, he smiled heartfeltly, and took the tapes for identification.Hilton had a look of disdain on his face. Just to be on the safe side.Stamp said to Hilton's back. After the tape was sent for appraisal, Hilton's article was only half written when the second mail package arrived.

The mail delivery man rode a motorcycle and was black from helmet to boots.This person is Carol.Nephew of Abrahams.Leroy who received the mail package.Gray said he didn't know the man, and the man's signature was illegible. The parcel sat in the mail room for half an hour, Leroy.Gray just delivered it to Hilton's desk.Hilton recognized the distinctive handwriting, and his heart pounded.He grabbed the mailbag and went to Stamp's office, only to find a meeting in progress.Stamp looked at Scudder's face, saw the mailbag in his hand, looked at his face, and dismissed the four reporters gathered around his desk.When the reporters left the office, there was a little dissatisfaction on their faces.

Hilton sat down on the chair across from Stamp, cut open the mail package with a knife, put it on the table and opened it.Out of it poured several videotapes.Scudder reached into his bag and pulled out Sarah's letter.The letter said very simply, asking them to take a look and listen first, all the materials can be used. Stamp closed the glass doors and the venetian blinds on the glass partition, then put a videotape into the VCR next to the television set in the corner of his office. A woman with a pleasant voice gave the time, date and place in Italian: 2:45, October 25, 1992, Rome. The TV screen lights up, and what appears on it is a picture of a room.This is a bedroom.There are two people on it, one of which is Giancarlo, the president of the Bank of Italy.Catania.The other, Stamp and Scudder, whom neither Stamp nor Scudder knew, was a fair-haired woman in her mid-twenties, and by all accounts a beauty.

The two are upside down on the bed.The scenes are unsightly, and they are all bed scenes.The other four tapes were shot in London, New York, Geneva and Leyard.There was also a tape of a series of conversations between the woman with the beautiful voice and Catania, in which the woman revealed the nature of the blackmail.Scudder, who speaks some Italian, translated the content for Stamp: If Catania does not cooperate, the videos will be given to his wife.In exchange for keeping the tapes secret, Catania promised to provide details on monetary policy in the Western Group of Seven and the European Union, such as changes in interest rates or central bank interventions in foreign exchange markets.

The ensuing conversation was brief and intermittent, with Catania telling the woman to buy pounds, dollars, lire and, depending on the circumstances, some currency. Stump turned off the VCR and the TV, whose screen was still beating.He kept smoothing his bristly hair with both hands, and at the same time heaved a long sigh, as if what he had just seen had made him too depressed.He stood up and paced the office. It's fucking brilliant.can we climbIts political ramifications are enormous.It's not a big problem for Italy, it's just another scandal, and it's a routine for them.But things are different here.No matter from which angle you look at it, the impact of this matter is great.The head of a big commercial bank turned out to be a big bad guy.The governor of the Bank of England is getting mixed up with people from the intelligence service.They first conspired to send their own people undercover, then abandoned them, and later they may have performed a cover-up.The evidence is solid, but they don't arrest people.Even to themselves, the whole thing seemed inexplicable.They don't want to take the matter to court.It is more in line with their customary practice to settle it in private.But now it seems that there is not even a sign of this: no one has suddenly resigned for health reasons, and there are no rumors of a replacement for a replacement.I am puzzled, can you understand?

Scudder shook his head.Stamp went on. At this time out of Sarah.Johnson's business.Barrington said she was so deep she couldn't pull herself out.And that three million dollar thing, saying she wasn't a perfect witness.He also said he had discovered something else.What else do you think she might have done? If I knew it, it would be a god. I think she probably broke the law more than once herself, like wiretapping, and getting these tapes, and I'm sure she stole them. Stamp sat down at her desk again: but whatever she had done, two of her friends were dead, and the man who was supposed to protect her seemed to be threatening her.

She is asking us to help.That's what it's all about, right?Scudder said. Stamp leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. What shall we do?Scudder asked. God, I don't know either.I want to think about it and you go ahead and write yours.Dedicate a conference room to password everything you write.No one can see it but me.I've come to talk to the president, but I don't know yet whether I should alert him.Show me your article as soon as it's finished.It may give me some inspiration. Stamp sighed deeply. The problem is, I really don't know if I can get this out.Once Whitehall [Note] or the banks get wind of it, they may issue a ban.So I don't plan to give them any wind at the moment.Maybe we can create a strong pressure to keep them from banning.I really do not know. [Note] Whitehall: the seat of the British government center Well, we'd better not talk.Sarah said she might be next to be killed, and I took her word for it. Do you think I don't believe it?The Mafia and Catania have every reason to get rid of her and kill her. Hilton.Scudder stood up, hurried out of the office, and shut himself in a conference room at the top of the floor.He turned on a computer in the center of the room, registered for use, established a password, and then began to type quickly on the keyboard.His hair fell down to cover his eyes, and every few words he typed he had to smooth it over his forehead, but it fell down again after a while. Giancarlo.Catania leaned back in the chair with a satisfied expression on his face.The waiter had cleared away the leftovers of a good lunch.We had corned beef with mustard, mozzarella, beef carpaccio, and a delicious bottle of wine to accompany the meal.Some of the famous restaurants in Rome would be ashamed if they knew how to serve these dishes.There were two great chefs, two waiters, and a large, well-lit dining room, though not a commercial one, as it was not listed in any telephone directory.Nor was there any sign on the elegant front of the house, keeping curious passers-by from entering.The owner of the restaurant knew everyone who dined there, and the politicians and civil servants who worked with Catania all day never visited the place, and if they did, they couldn't get in.The house is located on Via Abia Antica, about seven kilometers away from the center of Rome. It is a large light red masonry villa-style building built in the 1930s.Although it is not so majestic, it covers a large area and there is a swimming pool behind it.It has a large garden on its front, which is hidden from the sight of the curious.The house is Antonio.Fieri's.He and Catania dine once a month in the low-ceilinged dining room at the back of the house, which overlooks the back garden. Every time, Fieri sent someone to drive to the Bank of Italy to pick him up. The car used the legal license plate of a company in the Cayman Islands, in order to prevent someone from tracing based on the license plate number.Catania couldn't use his bus because anyone who knew him knew his license plate number.Fieri's car has tinted bulletproof glass that's in all the cars in his fleet.The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot next to Fieri's house.Catania entered the house from the stairs, no one outside could see.It had been a social meeting, but today it made him uncomfortable. Catania has always been afraid of such a meeting, but he knows that he will not behave abnormally.He was watching Fieri, to see if he already knew or suspected Carla, Scarpirato, Matsumoto, Jansen, and many others.There are too many secrets, almost to the point where they cannot be kept. Fieri's intelligence network is extensive, and he himself is extremely insightful.Catania knew that even a slight twitch of a facial muscle would arouse his suspicions.Fieri likes to make people very nervous in order to find out what's going on and see if they can come up with something ugly about why they're nervous. Fieri is in a better mood.Anything that is too good to be true can be false, but it is not there yet.He had been very pleased with the last report on the G7, which had netted his organization between $10 million and $6 million.It's nothing compared to their total income, but it's not a bad deal that doesn't take any risks. After observing the leader's words and expressions, the stone in Catania's heart fell to the ground.Satisfied with the transaction, Fieri seemed amiable and carefree.He doesn't seem to know anything about Kara yet.Scarpirato and Matsumoto have been eradicated, and now only the woman named Jensen remains.She slipped away, terrified and silent by the deaths of her two friends.If she had reported to the authorities, someone would be knocking on his door by now.Not so far, but he didn't want to take any chances.He did not cancel the killing of Sarah.Johnson's contract.He has instructed Christina.Villiers remained in London to watch her quarry.Sooner or later she will kill her. Catania's inner worries gradually disappeared, and her confidence gradually increased.Fieri was so pleased with the sale that he became extraordinarily generous.He said he added $1 million to Catania's Swiss bank account.Under normal circumstances, Catania can get a ten percent benefit.In this way, he can get 1.6 million US dollars.Catania smiled.With 2.6 million, I can send Christina.Villiers.He hastened to thank you.At his words, Fieri smiled befitting his eminence, stood up, embraced Catania, and left for another appointment. Catania leaned back in her chair.Things are clearly turning for the better.The meal was a sign of success, and his little annoyance seemed to be under control.Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.He stood up and asked the driver to prepare the car.He is ready to go. Just when Catania was triumphant, his personal senior assistant Cheri.Giovanna was smoking a cigarette and trying to answer two calls at the same time.Her boss should have come back long ago, and now she is overwhelmed and overwhelmed.She had lunch with her boyfriend Glocco, then went shopping in Via Condodi.Less than three hours is not enough to go shopping anyway, not even enough time to go shopping.Really bad.Whenever Catania had lunch with Mr. C on the agenda, she always took the opportunity to go out. As long as such an agreement is fulfilled, Catania seldom returns before five o'clock.Giovanna wondered who this Mr. C was.Maybe a girl, she shrugged.Now everyone has a lover, why can't he have one?For a man of his age, he was still very handsome.Giovanna didn't want to guess anymore. She picked up a copy of "Fashion" magazine and was just about to feast her eyes when the red phone rang.The relationship between the person who made this call and the president is extraordinary. The caller was Mr. Stamp, editor of The Times of London.She remembered talking to him before.A very nice guy, very polite.Her boss could learn from him.She asked him what was the matter, and he said he wanted to discuss a very important matter with the president, and asked if she could telex his number to her boss, who wanted to call him in the evening. No problem, she's happy to oblige.She took Stamp's telex number and checked it with him.Ten minutes later, a telex was sent to Clement.Stamp's office. Hilton on the other side of the room was typing away.He encrypted what he wrote and named the file Cambridge.Only those who know the password can read his article.Can see now except Clement.In addition to Stamp, is the newspaper's own lawyer Christopher.Fish.Under normal circumstances, all articles are entered into the computer system, and all reporters of The Times can access these articles on their computers.However, they couldn't read this article.This article will generate a lot of gossip and wild speculation.For this report itself, but also for Sarah.Jensen's safety, Stamp doesn't want any leaks. Usually a big report would make him feel very excited, but this one made him uneasy and terrified.This is not an ordinary report. If he publishes this report, it will also involve his own role in it.It will turn him from a newspaper editor into a catalyst, a man who fights the injustice and does justice.He and his newspaper have played such a role more than once, but this time it is so confusing, there are real ones, some fake ones, and unknown ones, plus a variety of motives, all mixed together, like a fog. Looking at flowers makes it difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the false, and it is even more difficult to see the overall situation.But in the midst of this obscurity, something has become very clear: Sarah.Jason is in a very dangerous situation. A large-scale financial crime has begun. In the country, a darker and more insidious conspiracy has begun to take shape. Sarah.Jensen was the victim of this conspiracy, and the Governor of the Bank of England and some other people who were still in the dark were the masterminds and directors of this conspiracy. Now he can only start from the most obvious point, follow the clues, and see what else will happen in the process.He strode out of the office to find Christopher.Attorney Fish. Fisch was also depressed.The corners of his mouth and eyes drooped downward, pessimism is his professional characteristic.Standing beside him was Stamp, bent over the Hilton article on a computer screen.It’s like a battleground: Entire sentences are highlighted in red, some serve as arguments for what follows, and others are to be deleted, with Fisch’s suggested revisions in bold bold below.Stamp knew that Scudder would see the revisions on his computer screen, would come angrily, argue word for word, lose most points, and storm off. Stamp went back to his office.Fisch and Scudder were still angrily arguing.They asked the people in the cafeteria to deliver the meal, and after the meal they drank cup after cup of strong coffee. Gradually, the two of them calmed down a lot and their anger disappeared a lot. By eight o'clock that night, they had reached a compromise.The three of them were in Stamp's office, looking at articles on a computer screen.Stamp captioned the article: "The Group of Seven's Billion Dollar Blackmail Defense" Rumor has it that a senior banker within the G7 has been blackmailed by his lover into revealing details about the G7's secret currency interventions.It is believed that individuals associated with the woman used that information to gain access to the foreign exchange market.This is forex trading with the highest level of information.It's not guaranteed to be profitable, but it closes the gap considerably.With this information, as long as there is a capital of $250,000, millions of dollars in illegal profits can be made every year. Much larger sums were traded, with the proceeds possibly exceeding $100 million, sources said. The article goes on to cite examples of illegal activities in the foreign exchange market and other financial markets.Articles up to 500 words in length will be published on the bottom left of the front page.Try to use some legal language throughout the article, and be more cautious in wording.It's just objective reporting. Stamp knew it would draw inquiries from all over the world: Scotland Yard, the Fraud Office, the Department of Commerce and Industry, the Federal Reserve Bank, and the Bank of England, which for some reason had not yet held the evidence. No movement, or at least no sign of what it would do.Its impact and impact will be very large, Sarah.Johnson will pay a heavy price.If he published the matter, she would not be able to escape the disaster without incident.Stamp looked at this article for a long time.In many ways, unregistered is better. He looked at the tired faces of the other two, smiled, and then reached for the notebook on the table.He found the Giancarlo .Contact numbers for Catania.It was nine o'clock Italian time, and Stamp dialed the number above. Catania is under the Bank of Italy vice-president Dotor.Nicolo.Dinner at home in Calabria.Calabria did not like his boss.He thought it would be more appropriate for him to take up the post of governor.He swallowed his anger for three years, and now he can't wait.He despises the practice of flattering arrogant dignitaries, but it is a good means of communication, so every three months he entertains Catania at home.The only one who comforted him was Catania's lady.He turned his attention to her.Everyone was in the dining room, so no one heard the phone ring. Dotor.Calabria's 12-year-old daughter, Nicoletta, answered the call in her room and told her to wait.She likes to interrupt her parents' dinner parties.She ran out of her room, down the corridor, and into the dining room.The eyes of the twelve people at the dinner table all fell on her. Dad, it's President Catania on the phone.It was from the editor of The Times of London. Surprised eyes turned to Catania. Oh my, Giancarlo, what have you done? Catania smiled and said goodbye.His heart was beating like a rabbit, but with a smile on his face, he followed Nicoletta into the corridor.The little girl pointed to a small table against the wall.Catania ignored her gesture and looked away. Is there a phone in the study? Talking here is very likely to be heard by others.Nicoletta pointed to a door at the end of the corridor and saw Catania go in. In the middle of the room was a desk with a shiny black telephone with multiple wires attached to it.Catania looked at it as if he was in danger, and he mustered up the courage to grab the phone. Speaking! He listened quietly, his body seemed to stiffen.He grabbed the receiver and listened noncommittally.He knew what evidence they had.He'd seen it all before, and he should have taken the necessary steps then.His estimate was wrong, and now he is angry and annoyed, full of remorse, and his mind is a mess. It must be Sarah.Jason did it.But why?Why was it not the police who came to him, but the press?He needs time to think before he can make a comment.He asked the other party to give him an hour or two.They gave him an hour.He goes back to the restaurant.Maybe something happened in the line.He said he wanted to say goodbye first.Everyone looked at him reasonably.Business matters. Calabria stood up and asked him if he could help.Catania forced a smile on his face, said no, thank you, and left. He turned the car off the side street and into the Prix Market on Salaria Street.He had already given the driver's leave for the night.He likes cars with powerful horsepower, and always finds it exciting to drive, but because of his position, he rarely has such opportunities, so he often finds out all kinds of excuses.He also felt very stimulated tonight. Fifteen minutes later he was at the Bank of Italy.He nodded to the security guard on the night shift and walked through the quiet corridor to the elevator.He took the elevator up to the fourth floor, to a place he had known so well for fifteen years.Is this the end of it all?It's really nothing, really nothing.He opened the door of his office and cupped his head in his hands. He couldn't figure it out.Karla exposes him to no good, only to make her bad luck.It must be Sarah.Jason.But how did she get those tapes?Why did she go to the newspaper?What could she possibly gain?If she had told him straight at that time, he might have paid a sky-high price to silence her and canceled the plan to send a killer to kill her. He sat in the darkness, looking out of the dark window silently. He knew clearly that he would fall into the abyss from now on, he knew how those cold-faced killers would come to find him, and he knew how the blood would flow to him when the bullet hit his body. gushes outside.He thought of his wife and children.Can they survive? He couldn't help shivering.He thought of an idea, a way of relief, a chance, although the possibility was very small, it was more realistic.He had to try, he had nothing to lose by it.He sat upright, his eyes shining with hope.He took the crumpled piece of paper out of his coat pocket and dialed a number according to the number on it.He called Stamp directly. You're wasting your time, Mr. Stamp.You don't want to climb that thing, it's nonsense.You know that.He paused, anyway, on a comprehensive scale, it might be better for your friend if you don't log it, right? Clement.Stamp laughed in disbelief. Are you trying to bribe me? Then there was a click, and the phone hung up.Stamp looked angrily at the phone clutched in his hand.He felt sick for a while, and gradually felt a relief.Catania committed crimes, fraud, murder.He picked up a photo sent by the police, it was Dante.Scarpirato's burnt house.He looked at the picture, Scudder and Fisch looked at him.It took him a long time to speak. He is guilty, heinous.He admitted nothing, said it was nonsense, said it might be good for our friends if we didn't get in. You mean if we do, he'll kill her?Scudder asked. Yes, the implication is that if we don't register, we can spare her. Sarah was doing everything she could to pass the time.At ten o'clock she could stand it no longer.She called Hilton's home phone.What she heard was a recording.He called the Times newspaper again.It was a long time before he answered the phone. What?The more she listened, the more nervous she became. What do you mean when you say you are not going to board? Hilton held the phone a foot away from his ear, and after it was quiet for a while, he gradually brought it closer to his ear: Listen, Sarah, Clement is here too, and he wants to tell you two things. sentence. Stamp answered the phone, hello Sarah.Despicable, no doubt about it.In short, Catania's implication is that if we log out, he's going to kill you. So trade silence for my personal safety, right? That's probably what it means. Sarah was silent for a while, Clement, I'm not worried about Catania.He cannot escape. Stamp laughed: I wish I could say it so confidently. you will. What does this mean? Oh, Skynet is restored, it’s not missing. Before he could ask any more questions, she hung up the phone. Sarah turned to look at Jacob and Jack.She smiled lightly. As you may have guessed, I'm off the hook.Clemente spoke to Catania, in exchange for my safety by not publishing the article.I am safe.She smiled at Jacob, and more importantly, you're safe too.She turned to Jack and said: And you.You two took a big risk to help me She smiled again.Jacob and Jack stood up and hugged her.She hugged them tightly, and couldn't help shedding two lines of tears. Christopher.Fisch smiled, for the first time of the day.He came close to using the legal injunction.Stamp took the tape about Catania out of the manila envelope, threw the envelope in the trash, and put the tape in a new envelope.He asked Hilton to give him Sarah's letter and the floppy disk on which he had stored the article.He put it all in an envelope, put it in his briefcase with the videotapes, and locked it.Tomorrow he will deposit them in a safe that uses numbers instead of names.He told Hilton and Fisch to wipe the Cambridge files from their respective computer hard drives and watched them wipe it himself. This report will be shelved and locked in a safe.But he knows that Pandora's box cannot be closed after all. He looked at his watch.nine thirty.It's time for the last paper to go out.He called his deputy Brian.Smart, let him fill in the blanks reserved for the first edition, saying that he didn't want to do it himself.He said good night to Scudder and Fish, and started back to Garrick. Giancarlo.Catania sat in his office, congratulating himself on his victory.What a lifeline. If he told Fieri, he'd be proud of him.He looked at his watch.half past ten.He could still rush back home to Calabria for a cup of coffee.First he had to call Christina. Rescission of contract and payment of £300,000 as compensation for time lost.what happened?Christina couldn't hide her surprise.She thanked Catania and hung up.She felt relieved.She didn't want such a contract, and besides, she didn't like killing women.She opened the safe, took out Sarah's photograph, and stared at it for a moment.It was a disturbing face, very beautiful, but very dark.The pair of eyes looking at the camera lens are clever and deep, but under the outer confidence, there is a faint uneasiness. Christina is puzzled by the cancellation of the contract.What's the deal behind the scenes?She thought, I'd like to meet this Sarah.Jason