continues. ‘Kupperman’s a cocaine addict. The way Ruby put it, “I’m givin’ him a year, at the most, before his brain is totally fried.” Junkies can be reached by withdrawing or bribing them with their drug of choice, or with some combination of the two. That makes Kupperman a weak spot.’
‘If he can find bugs, he should be able to plant one.’
‘Planting a bug is the easy part,’ Epstein explains. ‘Look, there are two general types of eavesdropping devices. The first transmits a signal in real time. You sit outside the bugged site with a receiver and you hear everything that goes on. That won’t work in the bunker, which was designed to defeat transmitters. The second type records information on a chip and you have to go back to retrieve the device. Even assuming another trip is feasible, how do you know if anything significant was recorded? You could end up with a five hour conversation centered on broads and baseball. Keep in mind, you take a certain risk in approaching Kupperman. He might run back to his boss.’
Carter glances at Angel. He notes the still hopeful look in her dark blue eyes and has to resist an urge to caress her. Still, he doesn’t try to sugar-coat the problems.
‘There’s a yard next to the warehouse where they park company vehicles overnight, including the armored Expedition. Attaching a GPS device to the SUV will be easy. If I can defeat the alarm, we can also bug the interior.’
‘You got into the yard?’ Epstein’s tone is admiring. The chain-link fence surrounding the yard was topped with razor wire.
‘The warehouse isn’t well-protected. There are security cameras in front of the roll-up doors and the office door, but not in the back of the building. I was able to access the roof while the warehouse was still open. It would be easier at night when the neighborhood’s more or less deserted.’
Carter picks a dumpling from a container, dips it in a brown sauce that might or might not have been intended for that purpose, and slides it into his mouth. He chews slowly, his eyes on Epstein. The cop appears to be impressed, but accessing Benedetti Wholesale Carpeting was no great feat. Compared, say, to operating for a week in the hinterlands of Yemen.
‘Look, I don’t have much in the way of good news,’ he finally says. ‘I was able to enter the warehouse through a skylight shortly after the business closed for the night. By then, Bobby and the man we saw with the suitcase—’
‘That would be Marco Torrino,’ Epstein interrupts. ‘He’s called “the Blade” because of his nose.’
‘OK, Benedetti and Torrino left together a little before six. But not the three men we saw with Torrino in Kingsbridge. They stayed behind.’
‘How do you know they didn’t leave before we got to the warehouse?’ Angel asks.
‘Because I came down those narrow stairs that Solly described. There’s a locked door at the bottom, a very flimsy door as it turns out, but I could hear a television going, a woman’s voice screaming, “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me. Give it to me.”’
Angel and Solly both laugh, as Carter intended. Then Epstein asks, ‘How did you get into the building?’
‘There are two skylights on the roof, neither locked down.’
‘And you what? Flew down and back up?’
‘Actually, I gave up on superpowers a long time ago.’
‘So, how’d you do it?’
‘I went to a hardware store and bought thirty feet of rope.’ Carter pauses, but Epstein’s out of questions. ‘Look, I can probably neutralize the men inside the basement, but if the money’s locked in a safe, we’ve shown our cards for nothing.’
‘Maybe it’s just sitting there,’ Angel suggests. ‘In the suitcase.’
‘A little information,’ Solly interrupts. ‘According to Amaroso, the basement’s divided in half. The part at the end of the stairs is used for storage. The bunker’s at the other end of building. According to Ruby, it’s protected by a thick wooden door consisting of two slabs of oak and an electronic lock that reads a bar code imprinted on a key card. I’m not saying the bunker can’t be penetrated, but you’d be a long time getting past that door.’ Epstein glances at his watch. ‘Time to call it a night. I’m on vacation as far as the job’s concerned, but there’s no vacation from your family. I better get home.’
‘I’ll walk you to your car,’ Carter says, already heading for the door.
The East Village sidewalks are quiet, even on Avenue A in the heart of the club scene. It’s after midnight and tomorrow’s a working day. A few smokers stand outside the clubs, indulging their ten-dollar-a-pack habits. On the street, a horde of empty cabs flies past, reminding Carter of a military convoy double-timing through hostile territory.
‘So, what’s up, Carter? What couldn’t we talk about in front of your girlfriend?’
‘Your family’s up.’
Epstein eyes his companion, but Carter’s expression reveals nothing. In his plaid shirt, brown pants and scuffed athletic shoes, he appears entirely inoffensive. ‘Say that again.’
‘Face the facts, Solly, we’ve lost the element of surprise.’ Carter pauses for a moment. ‘This business started as a quick snatch-and-run in Kingsbridge. With a little luck, we could have entered the apartment when the resident ...’
‘Vincent Pugliese.’
‘Pugliese, yes. We could have stolen the money when he was out of the apartment, there and gone. That’s not the case now.’
Epstein leans against his car. There’s a slight chill in the air and the skies above are streaked with flat clouds the color of soot in a fireplace. Like any other New York cop, Epstein’s spent enough time on the street to predict the weather more accurately than most TV meteorologists. It’ll rain tomorrow, all day.
‘How do you think they got on to us?’ Epstein asks.
‘I don’t know that they have. We saw money delivered to the apartment on several occasions. There were no guards when the deliveries were made, just Torrino. Now we see money coming out, this time guarded. Maybe there’s a deal going down and Bobby’s concentrating his capital. Or maybe he came to the same conclusion you did. Or maybe both things are happening simultaneously. I’m only sure that it doesn’t matter, either way, because the rules have changed. There’s no getting to that money without spilling blood.’
Both men pause at the approach of three kids, two boys and a girl, none more than sixteen. The kids are Latino and they toss Epstein and Carter hard looks as they pass by. Epstein answers the challenge with a cop glare of his own, but Carter simply ignores a threat he deems non-existent.
‘You have a family,’ he tells the cop, ‘a pregnant wife and a child. Time to walk away.’
Epstein thinks he should be angry, but in fact, having come to the same conclusion about the blood part, he’s relieved. ‘That’s it? You’re dismissing me?’
‘Not completely. I still need a tracking unit. And maybe a little help on how to install it. I assume they don’t run on batteries.’
‘Yeah, they do, as a matter of fact.’
Finally, some good news. ‘How long do the batteries last?’
‘That depends on how often the vehicle is used. Weeks, for sure, sometimes for months. You can buy these things anywhere, by the way. They cost about four hundred dollars.’
At the corner, a couple in search of a cab slips into a passionate clinch. When the girl attempts to back away, she loses her balance and falls into a sitting position on the sidewalk. Her drunken laughter echoes up and down the block.
‘I can supply the tracking unit, no problem,’ Epstein continues, ‘and I think I can bug the Ford, too, even if it is alarmed. But there has to be a bottom line, for the unit and the files. I’m sure this is something you already considered.’
‘Yeah, I have. Five thousand up front, Solly. Another fifteen if I bring it off. But I might take my own advice and walk away. I’m not given to assaulting impregnable positions.’
Epstein offers his hand. ‘I can’t figure you out. One minute you’re this, the next you’re that. But I’m grateful anyway. That wife and kid? I love the hell out of ’em. My favorite home movie is an ultrasound video of the fetus in Sofia’s womb.’
Angel doesn’t have a ready response when Carter describes his conversation with the cop. After all that talk about blood diamonds and the hell world, Carter’s done a good deed. Two good deeds, actually, because now they
