“And of course no one would be out looking for you.”
Declan smiles. “Death benefits.”
“Which, I gather, was the point of the theatrics in Mendoza.”
“I needed room to move, yes, and also some extra operating capital. Setting up that pipeline wasn’t cheap.”
“It was goddamn expensive for Ray-Ray.”
Declan’s face darkens for a moment. “Don’t think I was happy about it-I wasn’t. I’d planned for him to drive with Bobby and Mike on the way out, but things were a little crazy.”
“No crazier than you wanted, though. I mean, it was you who gave Bertolli and his men the heads-up about the raid, right?”
Again the smile. “They were more eager than I expected.”
“They didn’t shoot you off that road, though. That was you again, right?” Declan nods modestly. “And you had a ride waiting out of there?”
“A four-by-four. I drove off-road after that, back to Mendoza, and it was hell on my kidneys.”
“And the body alongside Ray-Ray’s?”
“The fellow that brought me my four-by-four.”
Carr shakes his head. “What did you do in Mendoza?”
“I laid up for a couple of weeks, then made my way to Mexico. Short hops, nice and easy.”
“Home free, while we were weeping at your grave.”
“From what I heard, you two weren’t doing much weeping-you and Val.”
Carr’s throat tightens. “You didn’t worry we’d scrap the job?”
Declan laughs. “Walk away from that payday? I knew you a lot better than that.” He points his thumb at the bedroom door again. “She was worried about it, though-worried about you running things, frankly-but I told her you were the man for the job. Told her to help you out too-lend a sympathetic ear, and so forth.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Carr says softly. He drinks some coffee and struggles to get it down. “Bobby and Mike didn’t share your faith. They didn’t like my management style. Half the time they were ready to walk. So was I, for that matter. The rest of the time I was thinking that they’d sold you to Bertolli. That’s why I made a deal with Boyce-told him I’d stay on only if he’d look into what happened down there. But I guess you know all about that.”
“I was touched when I heard, lad-really.”
“But not worried.”
Another rueful smile. “Well, no-there was never much chance you’d find anything I didn’t want found. And you know my thoughts about idle hands-I figured the more you had on your mind, the less opportunity there was of you getting into anything too troublesome. Bobby and Mike and their money-laundering shenanigans were a surprise, it’s true-those feckin’ pirates-but it helped to keep you busy.
“And in the end, you pulled it off! It was a knotty piece of work, with all sorts of unexpected shite falling on your head, but you made it happen. A true classic!”
Carr shakes his head. “Then I went and fucked things up by not letting Prager kill me.”
“You left us scrambling, yes, but I was still a dead man, and we had faith in the pipeline we’d laid down, and that we’d left no trail to this little hidey-hole. And so I must ask you, lad-what brought you to our doorstep? It wasn’t following the cash, was it?”
“No, you covered those tracks too well. We did find Mike’s body, out in the ’Glades, and we found that guy you dropped in Lake Worth-the Russian kid. He was what-your computer guy?”
“He was no Dennis, but he was good enough to steal Prager’s password off the server Dennis’s spyware sent it to. Of course, we did tell him where to look, didn’t we? But he was good enough to bring Prager’s systems down for close to a week. That was a help-a nice head start.”
“We found one of your couriers too, in a landfill outside Frankfurt.”
Declan snorts. “And he deserved every screaming second of it, the suited prick-running off with my luggage like that. I’d kill the bastard again if I could.”
Carr nods. “I’m sure. Anyway, he’s about as far as we followed the cash.”
“Then how did you manage it?”
“It was the real estate.”
“What-this place?”
“You used to talk about this neck of the woods, once upon a time, when you played retirement geography- you and Bobby and Mike and Dennis and Ray-Ray. You used to talk about Punta and Jose Ignacio and La Paloma- this whole stretch of coast. How wide the beaches were, the blond sand, the fishing. And then, about two years back, you stopped talking about it. You just dropped it-never mentioned it again. You talked about plenty of other places afterward-in Vietnam, in Thailand-but not here.”
“Fuck me. I didn’t think anyone was paying attention.”
“I was. It was your favorite place, and then it wasn’t. Was that when it started, the planning for all this-two years ago?”
“Who keeps track?” Declan says, smiling. “A pretty slim reed, though, wasn’t it-some game we used to play?”
Carr nods. “It was grasping at straws, for sure-but what else was there to do? The money trail was cold. So I looked for purchases of private homes-beachfront property only-made by foreign individuals or companies where payment was in cash. Anytime in the past two years. Anywhere from Punta, north to Costa Azul. It was a shot in the dark, but this stretch of coastline isn’t all that long. Hell, the whole country isn’t that big. Turned out there weren’t so many purchases to sort through. And, of course, Boyce has the resources.”
Declan’s face darkens and he shakes his head. “Doesn’t he though, lad-a whole feckin’ empire at his feet. And have you finally sussed out who it is you’re working for?”
“It didn’t take much figuring. All that access, all that data, the intel reports…”
“Your old dad will be pleased to know you’re serving your country again.”
“I’m a consultant,” Carr says, frowning. “A subcontractor.”
Declan’s laugh is bitter. “That’s what you tell yerself. That’s how it starts. The bastard doesn’t want Prager’s money, you know-he never did. He wants Prager himself-his very own bent banker as a pet, and all that intel on Prager’s clients, current and future. He was going to squeeze Prager-threaten to rat to his clients that a hundred million of their money had walked out the door-if Prager didn’t roll over.”
Carr nods. “Which is what he did. Boyce squeezed, and Prager rolled over.”
“So things worked out fer him after all-that’s grand.”
“Don’t kid yourself-Boyce is out of pocket one hundred million plus some hefty expenses. He wants his money back. And I want mine.”
Declan’s laugh is full of irony. “Ah, young Carr, is that what all this is about to you-nothing more than money?”
Carr pushes his mug across the table. His face is hot. “I could ask you the same. Was this just about money to you? Was it worth the fucking body count?”
“Don’t moralize, lad. I’m a thief-same as them. Same as you.”
“I didn’t slaughter the men I worked with.”
Declan stands quickly and runs a hand through his hair. “You think that’s what I set out to do?”
“I think you have an amazing ability to rationalize just about anything. That firefight at Bertolli’s place, being out there in the dark, blasting away, making it up as you go-I think you love shit like that. It’s right up your alley. I think the only thing you love more than money and yourself is risk-and fuck the collateral damage. If there are bodies in the street, it’s their own damn fault for getting in the way.”
“They knew the downside of this work, same as you. They knew what could happen.”
“Bessemer didn’t know it. Amy Chun didn’t know it.”
“Bessemer was never going to make it, and Chun was questionable.”
Carr’s jaw aches from clenching. “And what about our own guys? Did they know that their biggest risk was the man they were working for? For chrissakes, they trusted you!”
“Trust? You naive ass-you think they wouldn’t have sold you out? You thought they’d ratted me to Bertolli. You thought they were going to do the same to you-and they might’ve, lad, given half a chance. Look what they did
