E e face again overflowed with indignation.
– Am I sure?! And this is what – she pulled out of her purse a very expensive go brand sheet- statement from a crypto exchange, showing two accounts with two denominations of cryptocurrencies.
One listed 20 thousand units, the other 5 thousand . The yellow marker circled the amounts at the exchange rate at the time the statement was taken. The sums seen made the investigator slightly embarrassed, to say the least. By virtue of his position, by the level of cases that he had to handle, he had encountered larger sums, but… this was a servant of science. His inquisitive and trained eye figured out another e one peculiarity : the lady took the document from Hermès handbag, namely – from Matte Crocodile Birkin, which was sold at auction for about 203 thousand dollars. His suspicions of a conspiracy component in the script of Rembrandt's drama increased. His reflections put him into a lethargic state, from which he was brought out by the lady's question.
– Am I sure?! What do you say now?
– And where did you get this data from?
– From your madman, as you like to call him.
– Why would he give you that kind of information?
– He had a specific request, he's as crazy as you think he is.
– Let's stay within the bounds of tactfulness.
– Yeah, you should.
– What's the request?
She faltered a little.
– I am listening to you. You came to me for some purpose, – said the investigator in a questioning tone, assessing the visitor with an inquisitive look.
O on looked around, more out of habit, – there was no one in the office, bent slightly toward the investigator and said quietly:
– And do you keep a record?
– No, why? Not yet. If I'm recording, I should warn you. Is there something you want to tell me?
– Yeah. (chuckles)
– I'm listening.
She bent e.
– I all e understand, but all options have been tried. The only thing left is yours.
She was intriguingly silent. Now the investigator looked around involuntarily, looked questioningly at the not e.
– He asked to unlock his computer, then password key generation files, then log into his accounts and transfer the cryptocurrency to an account from which to cash them out. Or use them as currency in electronic payments.
– Hmm, how can I help you? – asked the investigator, thinking for a second. – If even I agree, to you understand to whom and what you are offering, right?
– Absolutely. I told you. I went to ZASLON , they wouldn't let me into his cell block. It's locked and sealed. No security clearance. Maybe you can… You can easily get a search warrant.
– Of course it is. It's investigative procedure. And I've already been there.
– When? may I know…? – she asked with a touch of indignation.
– After I arranged for you to meet with… – the investigator did not continue, she understood everything.
The woman said something else while he was distracted by his own thoughts.
this student had sort of a second family. Very strange, to say the least, regarding the concept of "family". In fact – no family it was not, in content – also relatively. Once he resorted to the help of a surrogate mother, but this very mother announced after the birth that the baby had died, she herself handed the baby over to another family – people who also hired her as surrogate mother . Such a curiosity.
In the process of walking in the labyrinth of the investigation he discovered these white spots of his official biography as details of peripheral history. And they appeared in no less curious turns of the trajectory of the described story: the lady lived on her own; the child, knowing nothing about his true mother or his true father, grew up safely in a family that considered his own child. And they knew nothing of the surrogate's deception. She turned out to be quite a e thing: she tried many people, matched them by blood type and appearance. And this was not her first experience.
