Read Online Free Book

A Hidden Fire

Page 112

“And I don’t really feel like getting embroiled in more vendettas, Tenzin, no matter how easy it would be to kill them all,” Giovanni said from across the room.

Carwyn snorted.  “Besides the moral implications of killing immortals who may have no greater crime than being sired by someone who has allied themselves with Lorenzo a hundred years ago, Tenzin.  I know you have your own notions about fate and—”

“It’s not fate I’m talking about, I’m talking about protecting our own interests and—”

Beatrice rolled her eyes as she listened to the three old friends argue.  Each had their own ideas about what she should do.  Carwyn proposed going to some safe ground until the danger was eliminated, even offering his own isolated home in Wales.  Giovanni believed that the political steps he had already taken would protect her until he could hunt down and kill Lorenzo himself; and Tenzin seemed to be suggesting eliminating anyone who’d ever had any sort of alliance with Giovanni’s son—just to be on the safe side.

She watched the three arguing for a few moments and tried to remember what Giovanni had told her months ago about the loose organization of the immortal world.

“The strongest, smartest, and wealthiest have the most power.  And power is the only law.”

Vampires didn’t have laws or governments.  From what she could tell, their world ran on physical strength, wealth, and a tangled web of long term alliances.  Beatrice began to think about how all this applied to Lorenzo.

Giovanni seemed to think he had neutralized Lorenzo’s alliances.  Tenzin and Giovanni had taken his strength by turning him into a crispy critter who would take years to recover.  She couldn’t attack his brains; that was impossible.

But, she could attack his money.

Suddenly smirking, Beatrice walked silently over to her desk and turned to the one place she knew she had the upper hand on any vampire in the world.  She may have been helpless to defend herself in the face of supernatural strength, and she sure didn’t have much money…

At least not yet.

She closed her eyes, delving into her memories of captivity, and running through the list of accounts she memorized in the hours she sat in Lorenzo’s library.  The pitiful assistant had been sloppy, never noticing her careful study of the numerous account codes, passwords, and security questions she’d observed as she sat in the corner, pretending to read.

“Gio?” she called quietly as she turned on the equipment.

He glanced at her as he argued with Carwyn about the merits of meeting with the leader of a clan of water vampires that controlled London.

“Yes?”

“All these computers have security, don’t they?  Lots of firewalls?”

“Of course, tesoro,” he said before he was distracted by Tenzin and something she was saying about a council of eight immortals that sounded like they controlled most of China.

“Good,” she muttered as she dove online to access Lorenzo’s accounts scattered over the globe.

The debate swirled around her for hours as she hunted, systematically eliminating Lorenzo’s ability to access the money she had observed his lackey moving around.  Beatrice searched, isolating each account that poor, addled Tom had set up for his master.  She shifted and diverted, putting some of it in her own name and transferring other parts into overseas accounts she would have access to.  For some banks, it was as simple as changing a password and electronically transferring funds into other, newly created accounts at the same institution.  It was all completely illegal.

And she didn’t care one bit.

As her fingers raced over the keys, she thought more about the clues Lorenzo had lain at her feet, no doubt thinking that she would never be out from under his thumb.

Her father had taken something from him.

“…not before taking some books he knew I valued.”

And Lorenzo needed them for something.

“Soon, I will fool them all.  All the silly, trusting fools with their delusions of grandeur.”

Lorenzo had plans…big plans.

“I have dreams, too.  But they’re not small in the least.  They’re positively…world changing.”

Beatrice had the feeling that those kind of plans wouldn’t be derailed forever, but without the financial resources she was stealing from him, it would take Lorenzo a lot longer to get them back on track.  She knew it wouldn’t stop him, but she was buying herself time; and she hoped, giving her father the chance to find her.  As for Giovanni…

“Beatrice?” Carwyn called over to her.  “What are you doing over there?  You’re looking like the cat that just ate the canary.”

She smirked and hit ‘return,’ typing the final, electronic nail in Lorenzo’s coffin, and netting herself a hefty payday, though she had a feeling much of it would remain out of reach until she’d found a way to explain it to the IRS.

“Carwyn, the creepy blond canary is dead.  Mangled by all of you, and finished by me.”

Giovanni rose and walked toward her.  “What did you do?  If you’ve put yourself in more danger—”

“He’s done, Gio, at least for a while.”  She sat back and kicked her feet up, resting her combat boots on the edge of the desk.

“What did you do?”

She stared into his worried eyes.  “He’s wiped out.  Any easy money he had is mine now.  He won’t be able to access any electronic funds unless he had a whole lot his pitiful little accountant didn’t know about, and I’m doubting that.  They’re mine.  Safely tucked away where he can’t get them.”

PrevPage ListNext