RainStorm
Regardless, a minute ago the issue had caused her
to lose some of her considerable cool.
Which created a bargaining chip. I decided to play it.
"Meet me later," I said. "I'm going to check on a few things in
the meantime, and then we'll fill each other in. If I'm convinced at
that point that I've got no chance of finishing this properly, I'll
walk away."
"I'm not meeting you again. It's too dangerous."
"Not if we do it right."
There was a pause, then she said, "Tell me what you have in
mind."
"Where's Belghazi right now?"
"He's off Macau."
"Where?"
"He has meetings in the region. I'm not supposed to know
where."
Not being supposed to know and not knowing were quite different
things. She was afraid that, if she told me, I might try to go
after him. Not an unreasonable concern.
"When will he be back?" I asked.
"He wasn't sure. A day, maybe two."
"All right. Take a trip to Hong Kong. Tonight. There are lots of
Caucasians there and it's much bigger than this place. You'll have an
easier time blending in. If he asks, you tell him Macau started to
feel small, you got bored, you wanted to do some shopping, take in
the sights."
There was a long pause. Then she said, "Where do I find you?"
"I haven't decided that yet. Give me your cell phone number and I'll call you from a pay phone. Ten o'clock tonight. I'll tell you
where then."
She looked at me for a moment, then nodded. I grabbed a pencil
and a piece of paper from next to the telephone and wrote down
the number she gave me, in code, as always, so that she wouldn't be
compromised if I were ever found with the paper.
She walked to the door. I watched her glance down at the body
as she stepped over it. She checked through the peephole, opened
the door a crack, looked through it, and moved out into the corridor.
The door closed quietly behind her.
I had to be careful now. I knew there were only two possible
reasons that she'd agreed to meet me. One, because she was afraid
that, if she didn't, I might go after Belghazi again and screw things up
for her. In this sense, I was coercing her, and I was aware that coercion
is an inherently dangerous way to gain someone's cooperation.
Two, she wanted another shot at using a little coercion herself.
I realized that she hadn't even asked what I was going to do
about the dead guy. I decided to take that as a compliment: she
knew I would handle it and hadn't felt the need to inquire.
In the end, it took me the rest of the afternoon to make Elevator
Boy disappear as he needed to. I could have simply left him in
the room, but doing so would have undone all my efforts to disconnect
myself from the other dead Arabs. Hmm, the police would
be saying, three dead Saudis in Hong Kong, another two near the
Macau Ferry Terminal, and now this one, in a hotel room? Dumping
him in one of the Oriental's stairwells would have been a marginal
improvement, but it would still mean the police would focus
on the hotel where I had been staying. I didn't want that kind of attention.
Sure, I'd checked in under an appropriate alias and could
have just evaporated, counting on the alias to break the connection
between the perpetrator and the crimes, but I decided that the risk
of bringing that much heat down on the alias was greater than the
risk of cleaning up the mess and avoiding the heat entirely.
Of course, the "cleaning up the mess" option involved a bit
more than just tidying up after a dinner party. I had to shop for
proper luggage, in this case a Tumi fifty-six-inch wardrobe, billed as
"The Goliath of Garment Bags"; sheet plastic to prevent contamination
of the interior of the bag during transportation; and plenty
of towels to absorb any leakage. As for the packing itself, suffice to
say that Elevator Boy, although not a particularly large man, wasn't
just a couple of suit jackets, either, and I had to make a few unpleasant
adjustments to get the desired fit. The Goliath worked as
advertised, though, and I was able to wheel it and its unusually
heavy load out of the hotel, eschewing offers of assistance from two
bellhops along the way. Under the causeway a kilometer or so from
the hotel, I ducked behind a pillar and unloaded the Goliath's contents,
then continued on my way, wheeling the bag along behind
me with considerably less effort than before. I left it far from the
body and the hotel, at the other end of the causeway, where I knew
someone would quickly and happily "steal"
Weitere Kostenlose Bücher