The Saint Page #5

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isn't it, Arnie?

You take from me,

I take from you.

I'll get you your money back.

I swear.

I know you will.

I just need

a little bit of time.

While I've got all the time in

the world, but, unfortunately,

your daughter doesn't

have that luxury.

Please...

Don't hurt her.

We... her well being is

entirely in your hands.

I tell you what.

Because I like you,

you've got 48 hours.

Patricia, I knew you missed me.

Desperately.

Really just thought you might be interested

in something I picked up at brunch.

- One of the waiters.

- Ha. Cute.

Actually, no. But you know that

missing aid money for Nigeria?

Hard to forget

2.5 billion dollars.

Exactly.

Well, I've found it. All of it.

Where?

In accounts managed by

a private banker.

- Arnie Valecross. You know him?

- Heard of him.

Like most thieves he tries

to stay off the radar.

Sorry, old boy.

Lotta people are

looking for that money,

none of them

with good intentions.

I tracked Valecross to San Diego.

Meet me there.

On my way.

Just need to Chuck

a few things in a bag.

Morning, ladies.

- Hi.

- -Hi

oh, and I took your advice

and got rid of the beard.

Whatever makes you

happy. Cheers.

Hey.

Hey, Dora, whatcha got for me?

Well, the call definitely originated from

the grand Del mar resort in San Diego.

- Uh-huh.

- Now the guest registry didn't bring up any obvious suspects,

but I did find

something interesting.

Oh, yeah?

So one of the guests is

listed as "Ronald Crossvale."

Which is a pretty obvious

recombination of "Arnold Valecross,"

a banker at BICI who's been red-flagged in

our system for the last couple of years.

Thank god for

the stupid criminal mind.

Uh... what's BICI?

Bank of international credit

and investment.

IRS have been

after them for years.

Major tax cheats, off shore accounts,

suspected money laundering.

Just the sort of people

who can not only steal

but wipe clean

2.5 billion dollars.

Right.

What's wrong, sweetie?

I don't even know why

I'm bothering. I'm grounded.

There's no way that Simms is gonna let

me fly out west and deal with all this.

- I've been thinking about that.

- Yeah?

My girlfriend used to date a guy

in the international ops division

who'd probably love to help out.

Oh, yeah? Who?

Special agent John Fernack.

- Fernack?

- Um-hmm.

- And you wanna know why?

- Huh?

She says he's been chasing

your Saint for years.

Really?

Fernack.

Please tell me you're hear.

"Is Valecross here?"

Is the more important question.

He is.

For how much longer,

I have no idea.

Well, if he tries to leave, I expect you

to use your many charms to keep him there.

You're such a boy,

Simon Templar.

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