St Kilda Consulting 04 - Blue Smoke and Murder

to taking off and landing on short strips, like the ones in the Middle East.”
    “Not a problem. We have more than one good pilot on tap.”
    “I’ll need some chase cars and a motor home on the road, behind Jill or in front,” Zach said. “Bodies with guns.”
    “Mary can help with that,” Grace said. “The men she’s training with right now are technically civilians. They’d love the exercise.”
    “We’ll see,” Faroe said. “Men with guns aren’t that hard to find.”
    “Smart ones are,” Grace said.
    “Agreed,” Faroe said. “Assuming it goes down the way Zach outlined, are you sure this is what you want, Jill? You’re going to be bait and you’re going to be alone. Are you okay with that?”
    “Okay? As in happy-happy? No,” Jill said. “But being alone is the only way to get the job done, so that’s how I’m going to do it.”
    “You could take the paintings and disappear,” Faroe said. “I’m betting that it’s the auction driving this. Once it’s over, you’ll be safe.”
    “So will the man who shot Garland Frost and probably killed my great-aunt,” Jill said. “That’s not good enough. I don’t want this wacko loose to kill other innocent people when I could have stopped him. I can’t live with that.”
    Faroe wanted to argue, but didn’t. He felt the same way himself. So he tried a different approach. “You do realize that the caller could be setting you up to take a fall as an extortionist?”
    “That’s what I told her,” Zach said.
    “How can it be extortion when the paintings are real?” Jill asked impatiently.
    “I didn’t say it was extortion,” Faroe said, “only that it could be made to look like a shakedown long enough for the local law to arrest you and keep you away from the auction.”
    “That’s what I’d do,” Zach said.
    “So would I,” Faroe said before Jill could speak. “Tal Crawford of Crawford International is the biggest Bigfoot expected in the Vegas auction. If he’s behind your problems, you’ll be bucking the local law as well as your bug artist. CI has its hooks into law enforcement in Nevada. Crawford is a big man in the state. We know the governor is kindly disposed toward him to the tune of a couple hundredthousand in campaign contributions. That could easily mean that the state police would rather listen to Crawford’s version of events than yours.”
    “Were they legal contributions?” Zach asked.
    “Grace vetted the filings. There’s nothing improper about them.”
    “Too bad,” Zach said.
    “Yeah.”
    “So Crawford is clean?” Zach asked.
    Faroe smiled thinly. “He hasn’t buried any bodies where St. Kilda can dig them up. Yet. His lawyers are the best money can buy.”
    “Ditto the politicians,” Zach said sarcastically.
    “We don’t have time to play Oh, Ain’t It Awful,” Jill said. “I’m supposed to call Faroe on my sat phone and fire St. Kilda. What’s my new girlfriend’s name again?”
    “Mary,” Faroe said.
    “Mary what?”
    “When you’re near the bug, just call her Mary,” Faroe said.
    “Good,” Grace agreed. “I’m briefing her as I listen to you waste time.”
    “Let Mary take Jill’s place,” Zach said.
    “Too risky,” Jill said instantly. “Whoever is tracking us must know what I look like.”
    Zach hissed a word but didn’t disagree. There were pictures of Jill scattered all over the public record.
    Faroe said something too low to catch. He knew just how Zach felt.
    “Last chance, Jill,” Faroe said. “Are you certain you want to put yourself in danger over this?”
    “Yes,” Jill said. “Besides, if things get dicey, Zach will be only a few minutes away, right?”
    And it only takes a few seconds to kill someone.
    Everyone knew it, but no one said it aloud.

73
    HOLLYWOOD
SEPTEMBER 17
1:04 A.M.
    S core listened to the bug on Jill Breck’s sat phone and laughed out loud. St. Kilda didn’t like being fired.
    “Listen, Joe,” the Breck woman said for the third time. “This just isn’t working. You’re spending all kinds of money and not getting anywhere. I want the paintings back as soon as possible. And it better be possible by tomorrow morning.”
    “Going off alone at this stage isn’t smart,” Faroe said.
    “And staying with St. Kilda is dumb. My paintings. My choice.”
    Silence, then a sigh. “Whatever you say, Ms. Breck. When you sign off on the paintings tomorrow morning, your relationship with St. Kilda is at an end.”
    “Good. And