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had told her all routing numbers were on the Internet, so it was just a process of deduction. Taking Sergei’s ego into account, Cassie figured the banks must be in the Los Angeles area, so she searched “foreign banks - Los Angeles.” Her mouth dropped open in surprise at how many banks were listed. Looking at the addresses, they seemed to be clustered near each other. So who was located near Eduardo’s family bank? A lot of other South American banks, one right in the same building.
    Lining up the numbers from the one hundred dollar bills, Cassie started her search. It didn’t take long before she found her first routing match. Accessing Internet banking, Cassie tapped in the account number, and then it asked for the PIN. She held her breath and keyed in the same four digits like before. Entrée, she was in. She let her breath out.
    “Oh, Sergei, thank you for being so lazy and egotistical.”
    Her heart raced examining the account. This also had ninety-five hundred dollars in it.
    As the night went on, Cassie matched routing numbers to banks, all within a block or two of each other, using the same PIN. Each account had identical amounts deposited. At two o’clock, she finished and collapsed on the lumpy sofa. Closing her eyes, she prayed to her mother for help, then her Dad, and whoever else might listen.
    She awoke with a start. Her senses buzzed trying to make sense of everything. Cassie listened to the familiar sounds of a fax machine spitting out information. Even though she felt like death warmed over, her pulse quickened when she saw the header. The bank in the Caymans had replied. A surge of adrenaline blasted through her body when she read the entire document. Even though it was only five o’clock in the morning, she was now fully awake.
    After collecting all four pages, Cassie erased any evidence of a fax coming through. She wrote a note to the motel manager, explaining what she’d done, thanked her for the computer usage, and also stated she wanted to stay one more night if anyone cancelled. Signed, Alexa.

Chapter Five
    T he cool early morning air felt good when she exited the motel office. Her stomach growled, but the grime and aches she felt from the sofa beat out her hunger. Cassie headed to her room for a hot shower, quick cup of pick-me-up coffee, and then she’d locate a place for breakfast.
    Feeling revived, she revved up Old Blue and meandered in the direction of the docks in search of an open diner. From growing up around water, fishing equaled early morning risers and tucked away cafes. With Morro Bay’s fishing industry, she figured it couldn’t be much different. A block away from the wharf, the bright lights of an open sign blinked continuously, beckoning her. Cassie parked and headed on in. The smell of coffee, toast, and bacon greeted her.
    “Find a seat anywhere,” called a waitress. “Over there is good if you want a view.” She pointed to the empty tables next to the window.
    A couple of men at the counter noticed her, but otherwise, everyone else seemed preoccupied with the food and newspapers in front of them. A constant low level buzz filled the air.
    Cassie chose a table in the far corner where she could spread the fax out and study it. Before she settled in, the waitress stood next to her.
    “Coffee this morning?” she asked, with a full pot and cup in hand. Her blond beehive hairdo and very pink lipstick fit the café.
    “Yes, and a lot, please.”
    “You know what you want?” She poured Cassie a cup.
    Cassie looked around for the menu and saw they were stuck between the salt and pepper shaker. Quickly, she glanced at the menu.
    “Crab omelet with sourdough toast?”
    “Yep. One of my favorites. Do you want hash browns with that?”
    “Why not.” It was going to be a long day, and she needed all the fuel she could get. Besides, no one was going to be hiring her for any acting job soon, especially with her ex-boyfriend stealing millions of dollars in profits from