Australia. I need you to help me get to Australia.â
âYouâve got to be kidding. You want to go to Australia, just like that? Right now?â
âThatâs right. I canât wait a minute longer. Iâm going to lose my mind if I donât face up to this. I feel as if Iâm living a double life; I ⦠have to find her.â
Marco sighed, pressing his lips together. Then he reactivated his Mac with a tap on the space bar and started an online search.
âDo you have a valid passport?â he asked.
At first, Alex didnât understand the point of the question.
âWell?â Marco insisted. âDo you have a valid passport or not?â
âDoes that mean youâll help me?â
âOf course Iâll help you. What kind of question is that?â
âYes, I have a passport. I used it for the class trip in January.â
âPerfect. Letâs see what I can do.â
Alex moved his chair over next to his friend.
âHmmm,â said Marco, his eyes glued to the computer screen. âItâs not exactly cheap to fly all the way to Melbourne.â
âI know.â
The list of available flights ran from a minimum of 1350 euros for a round-trip ticket. If you booked further in advance, at least three months ahead, the fare dropped by about three hundred euros, but Alex had no intention of waiting.
âWhat do you plan to do?â Marco was taking this very seriously. Anyone else would have told Alex he was crazy. If he had confided in his parents or in any old friend, they would have recommended he go see a shrink. But, as he already knew, Marco was special. Marco had taken him seriously ever since the time he told him about his first fainting spell. That had been four years ago.
âI donât know. I donât have that kind of money.â
âThatâs not a problem.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
Marco smiled. As if the answer was obvious. âLetâs just say that I have certain resources â¦â
âListen, Iâm not asking you to lend me money.â
âI have no intention of lending you money. And anyway, it wouldnât be my money â¦â
Marco sniggered and started rummaging through a dishevelled stack of paper behind the Mac. He found a folder and passed it to Alex, who started leafing through it as his friend explained.
âThese are some files that Iâve been able to hack into. Theyâre bank accounts that I can manipulate pretty much as I like.â
âYou never cease to amaze me.â Alex thumbed through the pages without understanding the list of sums and names that he had before him.
âI can deduct small amounts from these accounts, the way any company would if you made a credit-card purchase online.â
âBut is it safe?â asked Alex.
âOf course it isnât, but I have systems in place, donât worry. First of all, they have to be sums of money that arenât likely to arouse anyoneâs suspicions. Iâm not looking to become a millionaire with this â it wouldnât be possible anyway, and sooner or later Iâd be caught. Plus, I donât put this money into my own account. I send it to a series of prepaid debit cards in the names of nonexistent companies that â¦â
âDo you think I actually understand any of this?â Alex furrowed his brow and stifled a laugh.
âLong story short, I have no problem getting my hands on a considerable sum of money without involving my own bank account, and I can draw on that sum through the debit cards that I keep in the safe over there.â Marco pointed to a small metal cube on a mantelpiece, right next to his parentsâ wedding picture.
âTomorrow morning, go get a prepaid debit card. Iâll take care of the three thousand euros that will be credited to it by tomorrow afternoon.â
Alex was speechless.
âYou donât have to say a