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.Bosch disliked him and his attitude.“Security, Mr.Grant, I am looking for security.I want to lease a vault but I need to be assured of the security, from both outside and inside problems, if you know what I mean.”“Of course, Mr.Pounds, but do you have any idea of the cost of our service, the security we provide?”“Don’t know and don’t care, Mr.Grant.See, the money is not the object.The peace of mind is.Agreed? Last week my next-door neighbor, I’m talking about just three doors down from the former president, had a burglary.The alarm was no obstacle to them.They took very valuable things.I don’t want to wait for that to happen to me.No place is safe these days.”“Truly a shame, Mr.Pounds,” Grant said, an unbridled note of excitement in his voice.“I didn’t realize it was getting that way in Bel Air.But I couldn’t agree more with your plan of action.Have a seat at my desk and we can talk.Would you like coffee, perhaps some brandy? It is near the cocktail hour, of course.Just one of the little services we provide that a banking institution cannot.”Grant laughed then, silently, with his head nodding up and down.Bosch declined the offer and the salesman sat down, pulling his chair in behind him.“Now, let me tell you the basics of how we work.We are completely nonregulated by any government agency.I think your neighbor would be happy about that.”He winked at Bosch, who said, “Neighbor?”“The former president, of course.” Bosch nodded and Grant proceeded.“We provide a long list of security services, both here and for your home, even an armed security escort if needed.We are the complete security consultant.We-”“What about the safe-deposit vault?” Bosch cut in.He knew Tran would be coming out of the private office at any moment.He wanted to be in the vault by then.“Yes, of course, the vault.As you saw, it is on display to the world.The glass circle, as we call it, is perhaps our most brilliant security ploy.Who would attempt to breach it? It is on display twenty-four hours a day.Right on Wilshire Boulevard.Genius?”Grant’s smile was wide with triumph.He nodded slightly in an effort to prompt agreement from his audience.“What about from underneath?” Bosch asked, and the man’s mouth dropped back into a straight line.“Mr.Pounds, you can’t expect me to outline our structural security measures, but rest assured the vault is impregnable.Between you, me and the lamppost, you won’t find a bank vault in this town with as much concrete and steel in the floor, in the walls, in the ceiling of that vault.And the electrical? You couldn’t-if you excuse the expression-break wind in the circle room without setting off the sound, motion and heat sensors.”“May I see it?”“The vault?”“Of course.”“Of course.”Grant adjusted his jacket and ushered Bosch toward the vault.A glass wall and a mantrap separated the semicircular vault room from the rest of Beverly Hills Safe & Lock.Grant waved his hand at the glass and said, “Double-plated tempered glass.Vibration alarm tape between the sheets of glass to make tampering impossible.You’ll find this on the exterior windows as well.Basically, the vault room is sealed in two plys of three-quarter-inch glass.”Using his hand again like a model pointing out prizes on a game show, Grant indicated a boxlike device beside the door to the mantrap.It was about the size of an office water fountain, and a circle of white plastic was inlaid on top.On the circle was the black outline of a hand, its fingers splayed.“To get in the vault room, your hand must be on file.The bone structure.Let me show you.”He placed his right hand on the black silhouette.The device began to hum and the white plastic inlay was lit from inside the machine.A bar of light swept below the plastic and Grant’s hand, as if it were a Xerox machine.“X ray,” Grant said.“More positive than fingerprints, and the computer can process it in six seconds.”In six seconds the machine emitted a short beep and the electronic lock on the first door of the trap snapped open.“You see, your hand becomes your signature here, Mr.Pounds.No need for names.You give your box a code and you put the bone structure of your hand on file with us.Six seconds of your time is all we need.”Behind him Bosch heard a voice he recognized as belonging to Banker’s Suit, the one called Avery.“Ah, Mr.Long, are we finished?”Bosch glanced around to see Tran emerging from the alcove.Now he was the one who carried the briefcase.And one of the bodyguards carried the safe-deposit box.The other big man looked right at Bosch.Bosch turned back to Grant and said, “Can we go in?”He followed Grant into the mantrap.The door closed behind them.They were in a glass-and-white-steel room about twice the size of a telephone booth.There was a second door at the end.Behind it stood another uniformed guard.“This is just a detail we borrowed from the L.A.County Jail,” Grant said.“This door in front of us cannot open unless the one behind us is closed and locked.Maury, our armed guard, makes a final visual check and opens the last door.You see, we have the human and electronic touch here, Mr.Pounds.” He nodded to Maury, who unlocked and opened the last door of the trap.Bosch and Grant walked out into the vault room.Bosch didn’t bother to mention that he had just successfully circumvented the elaborate security obstacles by playing on Grant’s greed and pitching a story with a Bel Air address.“And now into the vault,” Grant said, holding his hand out like a congenial host.The vault was larger than Bosch had envisioned.It was not wide but it extended far back into the J.C.Stock Building.There were safe-deposit boxes along both side walls and in a steel structure running down the center of the vault [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]