"You threatened him?"
"Just an exchange." Henry corrected him. "I told him I'd never breathe a word about that matter, it would rot in my stomach forever. In return, he helps me pull the logs from that jump layer. He agreed, but his condition was eighty thousand US Dollars—he needs that money to shut some other people up. You can't handle this kind of thing in person."
Song Heping exhaled a lungful of smoke.
"Eighty grand for a favor that lasts ten years, that's cheap."
Henry smiled and went on.
"The hardest part was the Netherlands jump layer." He pointed at the data on the screen. "It's a virtual hosting provider, registered in Amsterdam, but the actual servers are in a data center in Rotterdam. Their security is extremely tight, all logs are stored encrypted, and the keys are held by three people. I originally thought that route was dead—"
He paused, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.
