Anything with kids?”

Biniam grew serious. “No. At least not that. Everything else, but not that.”

“You find an address for them?”

“A post office box is all I got. I’ll send it to you with my information packet. And I couldn’t trace the IP addresses. They’re using Tor over VPN.”

“English, please, Biniam.”

“It is English,” his friend said with a laugh. “You speak so many languages and you don’t know computer terminology? A VPN is a virtual proxy network. It runs your traffic through a proxy server so all the website sees is the proxy’s address and not the address of your computer. There are ways around that, but using Tor sends your signals through a bunch of different network paths. It also allows you to access Onion sites on the Dark Web. That’s where your 666 Entertainment lives. It’s extremely hard to trace someone using Tor over VPN unless they make a mistake. They haven’t.”

“Professionals, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Heinrich finished his coffee. “Keep digging, buddy.”

“I will.”

Heinrich slapped Biniam on the back and left. He still had a few hours before he would head to the airport. Time enough to review the material Biniam was emailing him, pack his things, and download a Dutch language app. Heinrich was a hyperpolyglot, able to pick up a language in a couple of weeks at a level that most people took a couple of years to attain. Because Dutch was sort of halfway between English and German, both of which he already spoke, the process would go even faster.

The suddenness of his departure pissed off Heinrich. He liked to prepare more for a case like this. Plus, he was going to miss out on the boxing session he had planned for that night and on the following day’s meeting of the local chapter of Old Farts Who Love Old Tunes, a small group of vintage music obsessives who got together to trade 78s, drink whiskey, and smoke cigars.

Fun and relaxation would have to wait.

Actually, they arrived earlier than he thought. KLM had a great first-class cabin—champagne, personal entertainment system, a reclining seat that turned into a bed (complete with walls to block out the sights and sounds of the other passengers), and hot stewardesses.

Lotte was the hottest. About thirty-five and the oldest of the cabin crew, she still had a gorgeous figure and legs that wouldn’t stop. Fine features as well, although a little too made up. Stewardesses were always too made up for his liking.

Heinrich immediately drafted her into being his Dutch language teacher. It was easy enough. He was already practicing with his app, and he made it a point to repeat words as she passed. After the third try, she stopped next to him.

“You have very good pronunciation,” she said.

“Your English is quite good, too.”

She gave a professional smile. “Thank you very much. Are you a professor?”

Heinrich had to laugh.