Enrico Pucci
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Tuesday, 8 February 2022
9:58pm
I woke up to my phone vibrating next to me on the couch. I'd fallen asleep watching videos sent to my by my scouts of potential players for next season.
Unknown caller.
I was instantly awake. Usually, it listed a number even if it was a robot calling.
Noam had explained how this worked. The polizei were monitoring my number so that they could trace and triangulate the caller. So if my agent Luca called me from Milan, they'd quickly know within a few meters where exactly in Milan he was. Like they could tell between the bathroom, by his pool or in his office. But Luca doesn't block his number or use software to route his call through multiple towers, satellites and relays so as to disguise where exactly he's calling from.
"This is Enrico," I answered.
Which is why they'd asked me to keep them on the line as long as possible.
"Enrico, our helpful friend. Did you take a look at your iPad and laptop for us."
"I don't know how you did it," I said. "But I sure am scr*wed, aren't I? You've really got me over the barrel. I mean, I know enough that even if I delete them, you know, I've watched those forensic police shows coming out of the United States so I know that even if I delete the files and my browser history, they could still dig in there and find ..."
"Enrico."
"Ja."
"You talk too much."
"I know. Everyone says that about me. F***, I just can't help myself when I'm nervous. I mean, have you ever seen my press conferences? I'll talk the reporters f***ing ears ..."
"Enrico."
"Ja."
"You're going to cooperate, right?"
"Ja, because I love my wife and kids and don't want anything to happen to ..."
Click.
It seemed like an eternity later, but my phone buzzed. My phone said it was only 10:05. It was Niegelsmann from the federal polizei.
"We couldn't trace them," he said. "But that was good. Good try. One of these times they'll have more information for you and they'll stay on the line longer."
9:58pm
Unknown caller.
I was instantly awake. Usually, it listed a number even if it was a robot calling.
Noam had explained how this worked. The polizei were monitoring my number so that they could trace and triangulate the caller. So if my agent Luca called me from Milan, they'd quickly know within a few meters where exactly in Milan he was. Like they could tell between the bathroom, by his pool or in his office. But Luca doesn't block his number or use software to route his call through multiple towers, satellites and relays so as to disguise where exactly he's calling from.
"This is Enrico," I answered.
Which is why they'd asked me to keep them on the line as long as possible.
"Enrico, our helpful friend. Did you take a look at your iPad and laptop for us."
"I don't know how you did it," I said. "But I sure am scr*wed, aren't I? You've really got me over the barrel. I mean, I know enough that even if I delete them, you know, I've watched those forensic police shows coming out of the United States so I know that even if I delete the files and my browser history, they could still dig in there and find ..."
"Enrico."
"Ja."
"You talk too much."
"I know. Everyone says that about me. F***, I just can't help myself when I'm nervous. I mean, have you ever seen my press conferences? I'll talk the reporters f***ing ears ..."
"Enrico."
"Ja."
"You're going to cooperate, right?"
"Ja, because I love my wife and kids and don't want anything to happen to ..."
Click.
It seemed like an eternity later, but my phone buzzed. My phone said it was only 10:05. It was Niegelsmann from the federal polizei.
"We couldn't trace them," he said. "But that was good. Good try. One of these times they'll have more information for you and they'll stay on the line longer."