Geneva
Badpenny is driving like a bat out of hell on the autobahn to Geneva. Something just doesn’t make
sense here. I see lots of cows. I see pretty chalets and fairy-tale castles and the Savoy Alps rising up like an
angel’s ice-cream cone and it doesn’t make any sense. Per capita, Switzerland is the world’s wealthiest
industrial nation.
So where’s the industry? All these flash Mercedes aren’t paid for by cheese, chocolate, and cuckoo
clocks.
“Drug dealers,” says Badpenny, of the most powerful drug in the world: OPM. Other People’s Money.
She knew. She was born here. Escaped at eighteen.
Now she was showing me how to track some of that OPM. Months earlier, we’d found out that the
president of Zambia had gone on a shopping spree here in Geneva with what we estimate was about $40
million in his pocket. We figured he deposited a chunk of it in an anonymous numbered account at Credit
Suisse. Some call Credit Suisse a bank, some call it the world’s most respectable Laundromat.



