RainStorm
and closed, as though trying to
burn off some surfeit of energy that would otherwise consume
him. "Did you send that French piece of shit to Macau?" he said to
the bodyguard. "It was you, wasn't it."
The man nodded. "I'm sorry, Mr. Belghazi, very sorry. But you
were the only reason these men wouldn't sell us the Alazans."
Alazans? I thought.
" 'Us.' Who is us?"
The man shook his head.
Belghazi threw up his hands and laughed. The laugh sounded
dangerous, almost mad. "You're right, it doesn't matter! Because I
would have sold you the Alazans! All you had to do was ask!"
The man shook his head again. "These are special, you know
that, you know you would have quadrupled the price. Also you
would have sold them off in small numbers to many buyers. But we
need them all. We had to buy direct, and you were in the way. I'm
sorry."
Belghazi said, "How are you going to move this merchandise off
Hong Kong without my help, hmm?"
The bodyguard nodded almost sympathetically, as though he regretted
putting his putative employer in such an embarrassing position.
"We have made our own arrangements for the Alazans.
Everything is taken care of."
Hilger said, "Achille, what are 'Alazans,' please? Are there missiles
in that crate?"
Belghazi shrugged. He said, "Jim, don't ask me questions you
don't want answered, all right?"
"You told me this was another small arms shipment," Hilger
said, more to himself than to Belghazi. I could imagine the workings
of his mind: Five million sounded like way too much, I should have
known right there something was rotten in Denmark. Damn it, these guys
are trying to move some very bad shit. I've been had.
The bodyguard turned his head to the Russians and, keeping his
eyes on Belghazi, said, "We don't want the money. You can keep it,
it's yours. It's the same amount we would have paid you, if you had
trusted us. Maybe you will be able to trust us next time, because
now we have 'done business,' as you say."
"We keep money?" one of the Russians said.
The man nodded. "All we want is the Alazans. And, for next
time, your goodwill."
I wondered if the man was telling the truth. He might have
been bluffing, holding out hope for the Russians as a way of persuading
them to acquiesce in what was happening. Even if he was
sincere at the moment, though, the Russians would have been
fools to trust him. The psychology of a criminal who suddenly
realizes his total dominion over another human life is rarely stable.
His ambitions grow, his original aims change. A nervous armed
robber, seeing his victims cowering before him, realizes that not
only can he rob these people, he can do anything to them, and what
started as a simple armed robbery escalates to sadism, often to rape.
So if this went on for another minute or so, I could imagine the
bodyguard thinking, Why shouldn't I take that five million? It's for a
worthy cause ... at which point he might also decide that it would
be best not to leave witnesses, or anyone who might bear a grudge.
Hilger was watching the bodyguard carefully, his expression
somehow dubious, and I thought he might be as acquainted with
these less savory aspects of human psychology as I. In which case, I
doubted he would remain passive for too much longer.
Also, he had seemed distinctly unhappy to learn that this shipment
contained something other than small arms. I wondered if he
had decided to try to do something about that.
The Russians started talking to each other, and I realized I had
been right: they were using Russian. But again I wasn't sure of the
accent. Were they Ukrainians? Belorussians? Or of some other
group in the region?
I watched through the binoculars, amazed. With just a little
luck, this really could go perfectly. The bodyguard executes the six
men. Dox drops him as he goes to get in the van. Or they all start
shooting at each other, and Dox and I take out the "survivors." I
grab the duffel bag and we drive off.
But even as I imagined it, I knew it was too good to be true. Because
I saw a new complication: a silver Toyota Camry, approaching
from the south end of the access road. Now what? I thought.
The bodyguard glanced over at the approaching car, then back
to the men in front of him. He didn't seem surprised; in fact, I
thought I saw a little relief in his expression. I had a feeling the occupants
of the car were his compatriots, perhaps having been signaled
by the bodyguard through some electronic
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