Annaka Vadas' PIN number was used at an ATM less than a half hour ago.' He was staring at his computer screen when a chirp sounded. The bank manager swiveled around, began to type on his computer key-board. 'Precisely.' Anything, McColl thought, to get this guy to move off the dime. 'I understand.' The bank manager nodded sagely. Vadas has used an ATM anytime in the last twenty-four hours.' 'I would appreciate your help in finding out if Ms. 'It's entirely possible.' McColl held tight rein on his impatience. 'Her father was killed - shot dead two days ago. 'He was in the company of one of your depositors.

I watch CNN.' He glanced up over the gold rim of his glasses. The bank manager adjusted his glasses as he scanned the flyer. McColl produced the CIA flyer, which he unfolded and set on the desk in front of the manager. 'They are ' McColl said, 'as well as the Quai d'Orsay in Paris, which was this fugitive's last stop before coming here to Budapest.' 'We're looking for an international fugitive,' McColl began.

The manager steepled his fingers and said, 'How can I be of assistance, Mr. They shook hands as they introduced themselves and the manager indicated that McColl sit in the up-holstered chair facing him. He flashed his credentials and, in due course, was admitted to the glass-enclosed office of the branch manager, a well-dressed man in a conservatively cut suit. She slipped in her debit card, withdrew the maximum amount, put the wad of bills in her purse and, with Bourne's list in hand, set out to shop.Īcross town, Kevin McColl strode into the branch of the Budapest Bank that handled Annaka Vadas' account.

She had coffee and a sweet roll at a corner cafe, then proceeded on to an ATM about two-thirds of the way to the shopping district toward which she was headed. She'd been updating him when she'd telephoned him from her apartment every time she'd run the water in the kitchen.Īs she entered the flow of pedestrian traffic, she glanced at her watch. The presence of Kevin McColl, a complicating factor, made her uneasy, but Stepan reassured her when she telephoned him with the news.

He lifted his head from his newspaper, glanced at her with bored eyes before returning to his reading. Save for the day clerk behind the desk, the commensurately tiny lobby was deserted. She descended in the tiny creaking elevator.

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