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Lust, Money & Murder: Book 2, Money
Von Mike Wells
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- Mike Wells
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- Jun 15, 2011
- ISBN:
- 9781458081698
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This is Book 2 of the series
Elaine falls head over heels for Nick, but discovers he’s not exactly what he appears. Elaine is called back to Washington to lead a top secret program to develop counterfeit-proof banknotes, but soon finds herself in Russia, running from the Mafia, and eventually in the hands of Giorgio Cattoretti, a master knock-off clothing manufacturer who has now become the world’s #1 currency counterfeiter.
Informationen über das Buch
Lust, Money & Murder: Book 2, Money
Von Mike Wells
Beschreibung
This is Book 2 of the series
Elaine falls head over heels for Nick, but discovers he’s not exactly what he appears. Elaine is called back to Washington to lead a top secret program to develop counterfeit-proof banknotes, but soon finds herself in Russia, running from the Mafia, and eventually in the hands of Giorgio Cattoretti, a master knock-off clothing manufacturer who has now become the world’s #1 currency counterfeiter.
- Herausgeber:
- Mike Wells
- Freigegeben:
- Jun 15, 2011
- ISBN:
- 9781458081698
- Format:
- Buch
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Lust, Money & Murder - Mike Wells
Money
1
Arrested?
Nick LaGrange said, baffled. You must be kidding. What on earth would I be arrested for?
Elaine was breathing hard. She had to force herself to hold her voice to a whisper. For that money you’ve got hidden in the bottom drawer of your file cabinet! For starters.
Nick stared at her with disbelief. "You’ve been snooping around my office?"
You left me no choice,
she muttered and began packing again. I can’t believe you would make me lie on our reports to cover yourself.
And I can’t believe you would take someone else’s word over mine! Who told you that I was about to be arrested?
Elaine didn’t answer.
That money...I just haven’t gotten around to changing it yet, that’s all. I...
Elaine would not look at him
Fine,
he said. Run away to fucking Washington! I don’t give a damn.
He turned, and looked back and said, You know the real reason you’re running away? You’re afraid to get close to people.
Nick stomped out of the office.
Elaine hoped that the trip to Washington would make her feel better. Out of sight, out of mind.
But it didn’t. She felt terrible about what had happened between her and Nick.
You know the real reason you’re running away? You’re afraid to get close to people.
That was nonsense. The reason she was running away
was that he was a criminal, just as bad as the men they were supposedly trying to put in jail. Why did she have to get involved with a dishonest man? Nick was just like her father...a good heart, but a corrupt soul.
She ordered three cocktails on the plane and drank herself into a sick, troubled sleep.
Gene Lassiter personally met Elaine at Dulles Airport. They rode to the Treasury Department in an armored SUV, driven by a Secret Service agent. She had no idea what the new project was that Lassiter wanted her to work on. She hoped that it was as exciting as he said it was—anything to take her mind off Nick.
Elaine was awed as she and Lassiter got out of the SUV and walked up the steps between the Treasury Building’s impressive granite pillars. It was hard to believe that she would be working in this historic structure, right across the street from the White House.
During the drive over, Gene Lassiter had told her that he was in charge of all the covert features
built into American paper money that help keep it from being counterfeited.
After she was given a security badge, he led her up to the third floor, to his office. He occupied one of the coveted semi-preserved
suites.
The office boasted a spectacular view of the White House. The windows were fitted with walnut cornices ornamented in gold leaf. A gilded chandelier hung from the ceiling, which was painted with allegorical murals of Treasury
and Justice.
Lassiter told her that the space appeared more or less the same as it did in the 1860s. The only thing that did not look like an antique was a wall map of the world that had different colored pins pushed into it, mostly in Europe.
Your office is very impressive,
Elaine said politely, as if it even mattered.
He smiled and motioned to her with his cane. Spend about forty years working here for the crappy government salary they pay you, putting up with all the bureaucratic bullshit they throw at you, slaving away, and they might give you one, too, about a year before you retire.
Elaine would have smiled, but there was real bitterness in his voice. Still, at least he was an honest man. Unlike some people she knew.
He offered her a seat in a comfortable leather chair, then hobbled on his cane to his antique desk and sat down, grimacing as he did so. His aging frame looked emaciated, his three-piece suit hanging from his limbs. Elaine noticed that there were tremors in his hands.
He opened the desk drawer and popped a couple of tablets into his mouth. Parkinson’s Disease,
he explained, swallowing the tablets dry. He motioned to her. So, I imagine you’re pretty curious about this new project I want you to work on...
To say the least,
Elaine said.
You’ve been checking a lot of these fakes. As I’m sure you noticed, whoever is making them is getting better and better at it.
Yes, I noticed.
She decided to focus her mind on the task at hand. From what I know, the Giori printing presses are very complicated—there’s a learning curve to master using them correctly.
That’s right. But it looks like the criminals recently made a major breakthrough.
How’s that?
Lassiter pointed to the map on his wall with the pins in it. Three weeks ago, in San Remo, Italy, a young woman took fifty thousand fake U.S. dollars into a casino and changed it into chips. All of the money— we’re talking five hundred of the counterfeit banknotes—passed right through the verifier at the casino’s currency exchange, completely undetected.
How were the fakes discovered?
Elaine said, fascinated.
Someone at the casino’s home office in Marseilles examined a few of the notes very carefully. He noticed some fine discrepancies and sent one to the Secret Service for verification.
And the girl?
Lassiter shrugged. Gone missing. Some Italian hooker. She’s probably dead now.
He looked evenly at Elaine. You realize what all this means?
Yes. It means banks and currency exchanges can’t tell these fakes from real U.S. currency.
Exactly. Which as you can imagine, is a goddam serious problem.
I’ll say.
The Secret Service’s solution is to try and physically track down the Giori machine. If you ask me, that entire approach is wrong, and it’s wasting valuable time. Nick LaGrange has thrown a further wrench into the works. Who knows where the goddam machine is hidden or how long it could take to find it? It could be sitting in the finance ministry of some government that’s hostile to the United States—in the Middle East, South America, Asia...anywhere!
True,
Elaine said.
"From my point of view a much smarter and more efficient approach would simply be to update the software in the currency verifying machines all over the world so that they detect the bills from that particular printing press and keep those fakes out of circulation. It’s just a matter of sending out updated detection software, which is easy. The problem with this phantom Giori press would be solved like that! He snapped his fingers.
Game over."
It sounds like a good plan.
I’m glad you think so,
he said, smiling. Because you’re the one in charge of it.
Me?
she said, taken aback.
Yes, you. Who else knows more about these particular fakes than you do? You’ve been studying their details for a year now, and you’ve seen more of them than anyone else. You have a strong background in intaglio printing, plus—
But I’ve never done anything like this before.
I’ll be personally supervising you. You’ll have access to all the resources you need, I’ll see to it. Our top programmer, our top covert feature designer, and the engineers at KBA Giori, in Wurzburg, if you need them.
Elaine was flabbergasted.
But still—
Besides,
he said, I don’t trust anyone else to take this on.
He motioned to the walls as if they had ears. Everyone around here has got too much political baggage. I want someone from the outside, someone I can trust.
I—I don’t know what to say.
Don’t say anything, Elaine. Just get to work.
The old man turned sideways in his chair, to a huge safe that was built into the wall. After entering a code into a keypad, he leaned forward and dialed in a combination, blocking her view so she could not see. He opened the safe and pulled out a plastic bag and pushed it across his desk to her.
It was full of $100 bills. There were sticky notes attached to all of them.
That bag contains every fake that has surfaced anywhere in the world and has been traced to the Giori machine. Time, date, and place found. Some of them you’ve checked already.
Elaine looked at them—there were several hundred banknotes.
"What you need to do is go through every one of those bills and find the common defects they have compared to real American currency. Defects that you think will be most likely to remain in the bills no matter how much the criminals
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With lots of twists and interesting turns of events, such a well developed main character -- she almost felt alive. This makes the reader always ask for more and more and after finishing book 1, yes, I want more and I can't wait to read more about Elaine. I really hope she'll end up with Nick and they'll be fine. All in all, I enjoyed this novel a lot.
Laney Smith
~Author
When Elaine reaches adulthood and heads off to college the reader becomes more in tune with her personality through a series of fumbling sexual encounters. We have our first laugh out loud moment when she shares her experience with her roommate. After college Elaine is selected to become a Secret Service agent and we follow her on her difficult journey through their rigorous academy. There is a hint that we may now see some action when she has to take a martial arts exam however the action in that scenario is anti-climactic. I would say that my one complaint about the story is the lack of action. I can say from personal experience that the life of a law enforcement officer is much more mundane in real life then portrayed in the movies or on TV. But, since this novella is a fictionalized version of what law enforcement officers do I was hoping for some edge of your seat thrills. Her first assignment goes horribly wrong and she is transferred to Bulgaria where things heat up. It’s on this assignment that she really gets to do her job and show off her talents. This is also where she meets a fellow Secret Service Agent named Nick who she proceeds to fall madly in love with.
I did enjoy this story overall. Elaine is a smart girl who you come to care about. Her journey is easy to relate to and you want to know what will happen to her in the future. bookie-monster.com