CHERUB: Class A - Robert Muchamore Page 0,60
could help us unravel the whole financial structure of KMG and maybe even Lambayeke as well.
‘Keith can’t keep every detail of his business in his head. He’ll be going to Miami carrying some piece of information that links him to his money. It might be a bank account number, or the phone number of a bank, or a file on the hard drive of his laptop. Whatever it is, you’re going to be in Keith Moore’s house for seven days. You’re never going to get a better opportunity to grab information than that.’
James smiled. ‘So much for bumming around on the beach all day.’
‘As soon as this meeting is over, I’m driving you back to campus for two days’ emergency training,’ Ewart said. ‘There’s a lot you need to learn, but we don’t want you away from the Moore family for more than a few days.’
‘What excuse will we use for me not being at school?’
‘We’ll tell everyone you were planning to visit your aunt and cousin Lauren during half-term, but we brought it forward because of your trip to Miami.’
24. FACTS
James slept better than he had for ages. His bed in Luton was cramped and had springs that jammed in your back; plus on campus there was no Kyle squirming in the top bunk and no 300-seater jets whizzing overhead. The plumbing worked better as well. James put on a Metallica CD and rocked out in his shower, without having to worry about getting scalded every time someone touched the tap in the kitchen.
When he was clean, he put on CHERUB uniform. The rooms and corridors in the main building reminded James of a hotel. As he waited for the lift down to the dining-room, he reflected that the only thing lacking was room service.
He loaded up a plate with bacon and hash brown and ate bits with his fingers while one of the staff cooked him a mushroom omelette. Most kids had gone off to first lesson, but Amy was sitting at a table dipping a finger of toast into a soft-boiled egg.
‘You’re wearing a white T-shirt,’ James said, taken aback.
You got the white shirt when you retired as a cherub.
‘My undercover days are over,’ Amy said.
James looked sad. ‘But …’
‘I’m seventeen, James,’ Amy said. ‘I took my A-levels in the summer. I’m working here as an assistant dogsbody to earn some cash, then I’m off to see the world before I start university in January.’
‘Where are you going?’
‘Cairns, in Australia. My big brother lives there.’
‘That’s the other side of the world,’ James said miserably. ‘I’ll probably never see you again.’
‘You’ve only got to hop on an aeroplane. My brother set up a diving school when he finished university. He took me up to the Great Barrier Reef a couple of weeks ago. It’s so beautiful there.’
‘So you’re training me up for my Miami trip?’ James asked.
Amy nodded. ‘And you better behave. Now I’m staff, I’m allowed to dish out punishments.’
‘Cool,’ James grinned. ‘Who have you nailed?’
‘Only one kid,’ Amy said. ‘I was covering for one of the Judo instructors. This horrible little red-shirt boy kept giving me lip. He got a week cleaning up the changing room near the cross country trail.’
‘It always gets really muddy in there,’ James smiled. ‘How old was this kid?’
‘Eight,’ Amy said. ‘He started bawling his eyes out, but I didn’t back down. After that, all I got from the other kids in the class was, Yes Miss, No Miss, Of course Miss.’
‘So what have I got?’ James asked.
Amy slid a heap of books across the table. They were all weighty. One was called The Ultimate Hackers’ Reference and was over ten centimetres thick.
‘It’s gonna be a busy couple of days,’ Amy said. ‘I’ll try and get you through techniques for hacking Keith’s computer by this afternoon. Then we’ll make a start on international banking.’
‘What’s that in aid of?’ James asked.
‘Suppose Keith was on the telephone and he mentioned a euro CD and an order party. Unless you know about banking, you wouldn’t be able to tell whether Keith is on the phone to a Russian money laundering syndicate, or organising a disco.’
‘Sounds like this is gonna be a real riot,’ James said, flipping through one of the giant books as he tucked in a fork-load of bacon.
Amy ignored him. ‘MI5 are preparing a dossier on the Lambayeke cartel. They’ll e-mail it here and we’ll work on that tomorrow morning. Tomorrow afternoon we’ll finish up by testing out your hacking skills on