‘I think I’ll go back to Japan,’ O’Hara said. ‘Live a nice, simple life. No computers running private intelligence agencies or ghosts running computers. It’s all too complicated. I didn’t want to take this job in the first place.’
The fin of a big fish sliced the surface for a moment and went under again.
‘You can’t back off now,’ Falmouth said.
‘The hell I can’t.’
‘You do and I’m a dead man.’
‘Just do a few more jobs and then run, said O’Hara. ‘I’m already on the dodge, I agreed last night I’d do another job, but I didn’t return Quill’s call to get the details. You don’t accept a job, then disappear, not without creating a certain level of anxiety in the heart of Mr Quill. By now he’s figuring either I’ve run or something happened to me. Whatever, he’s assigned someone else to the job, and that’s where I can help you.’
‘And how’s that?’ said O’Hara.
Falmouth’s gray eyes were twinkling, his lips playing with a smile. ‘Because I know the mark,’ he said. ‘I know where he’s going to be hit. I know when. And I know the assassin.’
And after he let that sink in, he added, ‘And I’ll give you the runner as a bonus.’
A runner. Someone else on the dodge. Now, that had possibilities. The bonus is what turned O’Hara. If someone other than Tony was dodging Chameleon and he could turn up the runner, he could verify Falmouth’s story.
The fin split the surface of the ocean again, this time about ten yards to the lee side of the line.
‘I’ll make a deal with you,’ said O’Hara. ‘If you give me that information, I’ll pay you half. If! score and the information is clean, I’ll deposit the other half anywhere you say or meet you and give you the rest.’
‘Goddamn, we’re playin rough, aren’t we, Sailor.’
‘It isn’t my money.’
Falmouth nodded very slightly and then stuck out his hand. ‘Done,’ he said, and they shook.
‘Let’s hear it,’ said O’Hara.
‘Listen here, Sailor, I can’t lie to you, tell you I understand everything that goes on here, okay? But I can tell you this there’s always a reason for them doing what they do. I’m not back from Caracas ten hours than I pick up an urgent from Quill. So I contact him. Now, understand — Hinge and I put our cojones on the line to spring this Lavander fella, right? So here it is, not two days later, and Quill tells me he’s got a fast job. He says it’ll all be over in four or five days. I’m to meet a cutout in the Caribbean area somewhere and stand by for a possible hit. The cutout will make the decision. And who’s the bloody subject? Lavander.’
O’Hara was genuinely surprised. ‘Lavander!’ he exclaimed.
‘Lavander. See what I mean? Can you make any sense outa that?’
‘Hell, they’re your pals, Tony, you make a guess
‘I thought a lot about it. Logically? It’s got to be that he’s become a security risk to someone.’
‘Why?’
‘He knows too much. About something, I don’t know what. He’s worked as a consultant for a lot of big companies all over the world. So he knows a lot about a lot of people. He knows a lot of company secrets,’
‘You think they’d kill this man just because he’s a security risk to some corporation?’
‘Absolutely.’
‘Why the cutout, why not just send you in to waste the poor bastard?’
‘Guessing again, I’d say the cutout’s gonna give him a very subtle third degree. If he gives the wrong answers, au revoir, Monsieur Lavander.’
‘You say you know the place.’
‘Not exactly. But I do know he’s leaving Honduras very soon on a Caribbean cruise, courtesy of Sunset Oil, a little bonus for his trials and tribulations. I also know he’s travelling under the name 3. M. Teach. And last night Quill told me the job would be over in four or five days. Shouldn’t be hard to track down a steamer leaving Honduras sometime in the next day or so and find out her first port o’ call.’
‘Why’s he travelling under an assumed name?’
‘Because he’s weird. I told you, he’s an eccentric. I saw him for just a moment or two after he was released. There he was, eyes like a couple of wells, looked like he hadn’t slept in two days, and the first thing he asks is, “Did you check me out of the hotel while I was gone?” I mean, he was genuinely concerned about it. A true nut.’
There was a flash of sunlight on fin in the wake of the Miami Belle; the big line snapped from the outrigger, then the line jarred again and the reel began to sing as it fed out.
‘Christ, we got a big one,’ Falmouth cried. ‘It’s all yours, Sailor!’
O’Hara moved the rod quickly from its sheath on the rail to the cup between his legs and Falmouth tightened his safety belt as O’Hara began the fight.
The fish, a blue marlin, was enormous.
‘Three hundred pounds!’ Falmouth guessed. ‘She could be a record, lad.’
The fight lasted the better part of two hours. By the time it was over, O’Hara’s arms were leaden, his hands blistered. Cap’n K. manoeuvred the boat perfectly, using its big engines to tire the fish as O’Hara reeled the fighting marlin closer to the stern.
