Next, I checked into the bank accounts. Again, automatic password filling came in helpful. Their bank account was quite flush, with over 80 grand in it. They’d been clearing better than 15 thousand a month for the last few months. I checked deposits and withdrawals, and was a little surprised to see that my wife hadn’t been dipping into it. I’m not sure why that was, but I was going to keep an eye on it.
Back on my computer, I had received an email with my new corporate information. It had taken less than 18 hours to get it back. Pretty amazing; thank you Internet. Opening a Cayman Islands bank account was only a little trickier. Most of it could be done online, with a phone call, and some notarized documents and a passport with an Apostile, proving its authenticity. I was going to be busy. The good thing was once I had the process in place, it would be easier to open the next ones.
Back to the Nevada corporations, two more opened by the previous corporations, the money coming from my wife’s ATM/Visa card. Paid the premium for 24 hour service again. I was getting good at this. Hopefully after this week I’d never have to do anything similar again.
After being in the dark for nine months of adultery and lying, it felt good to be doing something. Anything. Things were working out well for me so far. I think I’d covered most of my bases. Another check of our personal accounts and I saw that Brenda had transferred six grand out of our joint account, to a new one. She was in the Orlando area, from the look of the ATM charges. She was still using the card, not trying to hide.
I hadn’t asked her to, and she didn’t seem to mind leaving a trail behind. I guess she figured that if I wanted to find her I would. No emails, texts or phone calls from her since she’d left. Looks like she’d taken me seriously. Good. Nobody ever said she wasn’t smart. A lying cheating whore maybe, but not dumb.
I considered cleaning her stuff out of the rooms, but I opted not to. When I reported her missing in a few days, I wanted it to appear that I was expecting her return.
* * *
Still no contact, no messages. She was gone. I used my key to get into Nick’s place after he’d finished his cleaning appointment. It looked clean, but smelled bad. They had deodorizers all over the place. Made me smile. I reviewed the recording on the hidden cams, and hit pay-dirt in the bedroom. I had guessed correctly he couldn’t resist one last VIP treatment. All I needed. I swapped out the cameras, and left long before he should be home.
Back home I checked out the video more carefully. There was Gail, entertaining Nick with her VIP services. Good picture, HD, faces very clear. No doubt, Gail was another slut, sucking and fucking on demand. I watched it twice, for the informational value only, you understand. I had to wonder if they both charged the same amount. Gail wasn’t as attractive as my wife, nor did she seem to be as skilled. Those tits of hers though, something to be reckoned with. Overall, nothing to sneeze at. The equipment might have been a little pricey, but it worked damn well.
I had all I needed. Phase Five.
Private VPN service from an inexpensive used laptop, using a Starbucks network. Not perfect anonymity, but pretty good. I had my two newest corporations up and running, and completed the process of opening the Cayman Islands business accounts. Final banking step was to open an account in Switzerland.
The truth was, I had no idea if what I was doing would work. I’m not some financial wiz, but I’m a Googling pro. It only took a few minutes of research on the internet to understand how these foreign accounts operated. It took a few thousand to open each one, but I wasn’t spending the money, just moving it around. Didn’t cost me much more than a few hundred a year and that wouldn’t be for long. I was putting a dent in my own accounts, fronting the money, but figured to get it back.
The Swiss account wasn’t one of those famous numbered accounts. Nothing that fancy. A simple garden variety Swiss checking account, with all the privacy and protection that came along with it. I actually had to have a face-to-face video conference, and tell them where the money was coming from. I was honest, explaining it was from my own corporation. I told them I was looking to expand operations into Europe. I made the initial transfer, and I was set.
I felt I needed one more day for everything to come together. I was itching to pull the trigger, but convinced myself to wait. I didn’t sleep well that night. Nervous and eager.
* * *
I got a call from Gail the next day, and wondered if I’d waited too long.
“Dave? Gail here. Have you heard anything from Brenda?”
“Not a peep,” I told her honestly. Not that I ever expected to. “It does have me a little worried. I thought for sure she’d call when she got to her family’s place.”
“Me either. Nothing. It’s not like her. Aren’t you a little worried?”
“I’m starting to get that way. I could understand that things might be getting hectic out there, but three days without word? I’m going to call tonight and see what’s going on.”
“Did she… did she say anything about cleaning Nick’s place?”
“Nothing. When I spoke to Nick, I thought he said he was going to have you over for the VIP service.” I couldn’t help myself. It was stupid to say, but I felt the urge to poke at her.
“Oh. He mentioned that? We did clean up. After the mess that some vandals made of his place. It looks like Brenda did a cleanup before she left. She never mentioned anything to me about it. You either?”
“No. We don’t talk much about her day-to-day business. Is there a problem?”
“Not really. I mean, it does make things a little more difficult, not having her here.”
I bet. You have to whore yourself twice as often? I tried to keep the anger out of my voice. “When I talk to her, I’ll make sure to remind her to call you. If you hear from her, let me know, alright?”
“Ok. I’m just worried for her.”
And getting a little sore, maybe? “Me too. If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”
After I hung up I knew I couldn’t postpone things any longer. I called her family. It was a calculated risk, but I was pretty confident she would be keeping a low profile, at least for the moment. They confirmed that they hadn’t heard from her, and expressed concern when I told them she’d left town, supposedly headed their way.
“Give me a call if you hear from her, please. I’m starting to get worried.” I played the concerned husband the best I could.
I started the Final Phase. I transferred the money from their business account, into the first of the Nevada Corporations opened in her name, and paid for with her ATM card. All by anonymous VPN. I didn’t take all of it, I left enough to cover the bills, so nothing would start bouncing yet.
After that, I erased her hard disk, removed it from the machine, and replaced it with a new pristine OS. The old drive was disassembled, the platter drilled, and the pieces scattered.
No turning back.
* * *
The next day, Thursday, was the riskiest, and I called in sick for few days. It was a long drive to the border, and it took me the better part of a day to get to El Paso, and into Mexico. About $1500 later, I was on a flight to Mexico City, and from there to the Caymans. I withdrew the money from one bank, and walked it over to the next, where I deposited it. I was a little paranoid about my shell game, and wore a ball-cap and sunglasses to disguise my look.