Half of Ockey’s e-mail was a bitch letter at the complexity of decrypting the transit codes and identifying the bank that had initiated the withdrawals from Banque Suisse de Zurich. Whoever had encrypted the files had also bounced the signal off two satellites and through a handful of offshore banks before coming back to the origin. The bank was the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce, and the branch was in Freeport, Bahamas. Bud tried the phone number included in the e-mail, but the bank was closed and a recording came on giving the bank’s address, fax number and hours of operation. They wouldn’t be able to contact anyone at the offshore Canadian bank until Wednesday morning. “What do you think they’ll do when we call?” Crandle asked Reid. “We might be okay,” Bud replied. “The Canadian banks are more cooperative than most. CIBC is probably the best, while Royal Bank is the worst. I won’t know until tomorrow when we talk with them.” “Would it help to have someone from one of the government agencies on their doorstep when they open?”
