The Miranda Centre had found Griffin somewhere to stay in the city. He drove Kendall, Jackson and Reggie back their after their flight.
"What have you found?" Jackson asked as they entered the apartment. He was eager to get started.
"What haven't I found." said Griffin gesturing to the pile of boxes and papers he had managed to gather on the Lazarus research in South America and Juan Silva Lugano, the yacht owner. They filled the meagre lounge. Some had come through contact at the Miranda centre; some were public record; others had been retrieved from the trash at the back of building premises. One box contained papers that had been left on the yacht before it was stripped for refitting and had been handed over by Griffin's new friend Emiliano.
Jackson walked up to the nearest pile and opened the box lid.
"What is all this?" he asked.
"I've been looking into possible locations for where they are holding Bianca, Erica and David." said Griffin. He pointed to the stack of boxes Jackson was stood beside. "Those are the unlikelys, office buildings, shops and small scale parts manufacturing centres." Griffin opened his arms to the rest of the room. "This is everything else, laboratories, private residences, hospitals, warehouses, conference centres. I don't even know where to start."
Kendall walked across to the coffee table and picked up the last file Griffin had been looking at.
"Well surely we need to go after this Lugano character. If he's still got his boat then he must know where my mother and sister are."
"You'd never get near to him. This guy has armed guards and barely leaves his mansion."
"There must be something we can do." growled a frustrated Kendal, rifling through the papers. "We are so close!"
"And we are getting closer every day." said Griffin, putting an arm around her. "They're location has to be in here somewhere here but there's a lot to get through."
"Then we had better get started." said Reggie, picking up one of the file boxes and carrying it over to the Kitchen table.
"And my friend at the boat yard is going to call me if Juan Silva turns up to view the progress on his boat." added Griffin.
Kendal scowled at him.
"You said we couldn't get to him."
"It's likely we can't get close even if does come to the Marina. He takes his privacy very seriously. But it's a chance."
Across the room Reggie looked up from the pile of computer print outs in his hand.
"I can't read these, they're in Spanish."
"Just look for anything with an address. I can translate from there." said Griffin.
Reggie nodded and began shifting through the paperwork.
"Should we do the same?" Kendal asked picking up a file from the pile.
Griffin nodded.
Jackson had been very quiet while reading papers from his own box.
"Those are the papers from the yacht." said Griffin. "I haven't got to them yet. Do you read Spanish?"
"No." said Jackson, "But I can read French." He held up some scraps of paper. "This is receipt from Dior, and this from Yves Saint Laurent, and from Lacroix. I think our man has a lady friend with expensive taste. Maybe that is our way to get to him…" Jackson pulled out another paper triumphantly. "And I've got a Veracruz delivery address."
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