The Nowhere Man

69 No Extradition

Before turning in for the night, Evan entered the Vault and logged in to the.nowhere.man@gmail.com.

A single e-mail waited for him from Melinda Truong.

“A Rolls-Royce Phantom III 1936 sports limousine with a Hooper body, Saoutchik chrome trim, and a chassis number of 9AZ161 passed through the Port of Rijeka on Friday, October 28. You’re welcome. You can repay me by taking me to dinner. Or to Turks and Caicos. xoxo mt”

Evan cracked his knuckles, studied the screen.

Rijeka.

In Croatia.

One of the countries that has no extradition treaty with the U.S.

Evan reached for the IRS printouts, covered with his notes. On the backs of the pages, he’d scrawled all the addresses he’d turned up while trying to chart the sprawling map of René’s financials.

In 2008 one of René’s attorneys had taken receipt of a quarterly distribution from a now-extinct umbrella corporation at a condo address in Zagreb. The building, a mere two-hour drive east of the port.

Evan crossed the Vault and spun the dial on his floor safe. Lifting the steel hatch, he reached inside for one of his passports.