Nemo arrived at the Central Bank of Zurich at 2:23 a.m. After pulling into the spotless garage, he rolled down the window to hand the attendant a slip of paper with Ingrid Weiss’s account number on it along with a sealed envelope. Then he pulled his cap down and picked up a newspaper, hiding behind it as the bank manager checked the registration plate on the truck and gave instructions to his employees. Nemo continued to “read” the paper as he heard the cargo being unloaded and transferred to Ingrid Weiss’s vault. At 2:49 a.m. his phone rang.

“They’re about five minutes out,” said Alex. “That German son of a bitch drives like a crazy man.”

“Hold on a second,” said Nemo. He rolled the window down just enough so his voice could be heard in the garage. “How much longer?” he shouted in English, hoping someone would understand.

From behind the truck he heard a conversation in German and then a voice replied. “Twenty minutes.”

“There’s a thousand euros in it for you if you can make it ten,” shouted Nemo. Again he heard voices behind the truck and then a man appeared outside his window.

“A thousand for me and a thousand for my assistants?” he said quietly.

“Done,” said Nemo, pulling out the cash and passing it through the window.

“OK, ten minutes,” said the man.

Nemo rolled the window back up and returned to the phone. “You’ve got to buy a little more time. Six minutes at least, to get us past three a.m. Ten would be better to be sure I’m out of here.”

“He needs ten more minutes,” said Alex. “If they get there before three o’clock not only will they see the other truck, but they’ll be early for their time slot and the bankers will ask questions.”

“How the hell are we supposed to give him ten more minutes?” said Bob. They were driving on a four-lane road in central Zurich. The truck came to a stop at a red light and Bob pulled into the left lane, stopping beside the Germans. “At least I can get in front of them,” he said.

“Which is fine if they keep following the same route we do,” said Alex, “but it still won’t slow them down until we’re on a side street and that might not be until we’re a block away.”

“Thank you so much for telling me what I already know,” said Bob. “That’s tremendously helpful.” The light turned green and Bob accelerated quickly enough to get in front of the truck by a few car lengths.