Chapter Thirty
Kelly Ingersol’s plane finally touched down in Boston after circling the airport for half an hour in the increasing storm. With her second flight of the day finally behind her, she stared blankly out the taxi’s window as it made its way through mid-town. Arriving at her hotel, she checked into a suite, happy the rooms were large and immaculate.
The deep pile carpeting cushioned her steps as she took note of the stocked bar, the computer station and the elegant bathroom’s huge claw-foot tub.
After placing her luggage on the stand at the foot of the bed, the bellhop showed her around the room and accepted a large tip as he withdrew.
Setting up her laptop on the small round table, she typed furiously, calling up her off-shore bank account. A necessity for every gray-area ‘entrepreneur’, accounts in countries of convenience eliminated those uncomfortable run-ins with government officials, including Interpol and the United States Internal Revenue Service. Transferring fifty-thousand dollars to a U.S. bank she could more readily access, she shut down the computer and stretched, pulling her arms over her head in fatigue.
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