“Have you heard from the girl?”
“No, but I met with her father last night.”
“Will the girl sign?”
“Not unless he tells her to.”
“And will he?”
“Not as things stand.”
He paused. “That is unfortunate.”
“She is not her own woman.”
“Is there any way to persuade him?”
“I’ve tried to come up with something, and I have at least a sliver of an idea,” Ava said. She paused, taking a deep breath. “I need to speak to Tommy Ordonez. I’m not sure how he’ll react to what I have to say, so I thought I would run it past you first.”
They spoke for fifteen minutes, Uncle listening quietly at first, then interjecting questions, anger steadily creeping into his voice. When Ava had finished, he asked, “Do you have Ordonez’s phone number?”
“I have the number he used to call me.”
“That will work,” Uncle said. “But wait about half an hour. I want to call Chang first. He needs to know what you want to do. His support will be invaluable.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry I have to use this route.”
“What choice is left?”
“None that I can think of,” she said. “Uncle, one more thing. I’m going to be aggressive with Ordonez.”
He paused. “You have that right.”
Ava closed her cellphone. The notebook was still open in front of her, and she noticed the phone numbers for Lily Simmons. I’m not entirely finished with you, she thought.
She called the home number first, and after four rings it went to voicemail. Simmons’s mobile did the same. Ava redialled the home number, and when Lily Simmons’s voice prompted a message she said, “Ms. Simmons, this is Ava Lee calling. Please don’t hang up until you’ve listened to my message. First, and perhaps most important to you, I am not going to release the tapes. I repeat, I am not going to release the tapes. But you should know that when I met with your father tonight, he told me to go ahead and do exactly that. I must say I was appalled by his attitude. He said he thought it was something you would get over fast enough, and that on the political side it might actually do him some good. I can’t understand the logic of that, but then I’m not English, I’m not a man, and I’m not a politician. Anyway, your father’s attitude is something you have to bear, and I can only say that I feel some sympathy for you in that regard.
“That’s the good news. The bad news is that we will be pursuing The River and all its officers and directors for the $65 million. We will also have criminal charges brought against your fiance and David Douglas in the United States. As far as the lawsuits are concerned, I can only tell you that I know we will eventually win. I don’t know how long it will take or how much it will cost, but we will not stop until we get our money back.”
Nothing may come of it, Ava thought, but it’s never unwise to plant seeds of doubt.
She pushed her chair back from the desk and went into the bathroom, took off her slacks and shirt, and brushed her teeth and washed her face. Then she threw on a T-shirt and crawled into bed with her cellphone by her side. She waited until the full half-hour had elapsed and then waited another five minutes for good measure before picking up the phone.
“Ordonez.”
“This is Ava Lee.”
He breathed rapidly, as if, Ava thought, he was struggling for air. “Chang spoke to me and then the two of us spoke to Uncle. This man Simmons, he said I squeak like a monkey?”
“He did.”
“He said, ‘You can’t shine shit’?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m the piece of shit that can’t be shined?”
“Yes.”
“And he said I built my business using bribes and extortion?”
“He did.”
“And he called me a fucking chink?”
“You and others.”
“And he is a cabinet minister in the British government?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Where am I supposed to have met him?”
“Singapore.”
Ordonez’s breathing slowed as he took deeper and deeper breaths. “I want you to get that fucker! I don’t care what you have to do!” he screamed.
“No!” Ava yelled back. “This is on you, not me!”
He hesitated. Ava waited, determined to remain quiet until he asked the question.
“What do you mean?” he snapped.
“This has got to be about the money,” she said.
“What?”
“I’ve found the money, all of it, but I can’t get it until Simmons’s daughter signs off on the transfer. And she won’t do that unless he tells her to. So this is about getting him to do exactly that, and the only person who can make that happen is you. So it’s on you. What I don’t know is whether you’re up to it.”
“Up to what? I’d kill him myself if I could get in front of him,” Ordonez said.
“Listen to me. Simmons is a man who loves money more than his family, a man with an outsized ego, an inflated sense of his position in the world, and huge expectations for his future,” Ava said, conscious that she could be describing Ordonez himself. “The best way to hurt him is by getting your money back and at the same time threatening what he sees as that future.”
“What do you want me to do?” he said slowly.
“How powerful are you?”
“What?”
“I know what Chang Wang and Uncle say, but is it real?”
He paused, and Ava thought, This is where I lose him.
“Do you doubt them? Do you doubt me?” he snapped.
“I need to know what’s real.”
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said.
“We need political pressure applied — serious and heavy political pressure. Can you deliver that?”
“You have to be more specific.”
“Your contacts need to put pressure on the highest levels of the U.K. government. Our story is that Simmons is a racist with a particular bias against the Chinese and that he has caused you personal harm. They need to know what he said and they need to be told that fences must be mended — especially the fences around Tommy Ordonez. Explain to them about the missing money and make sure they know that I’m here in London to collect it. Tell them that Simmons is the key to getting it back. Don’t say he stole it; just emphasize that he has to play a major role if the money is to be returned. Your contacts need to get the Brits to understand that if the money is returned, Tommy Ordonez will be willing to forget some of the things that were said. If it isn’t returned, they must make it very clear that there will be widespread repercussions.”
“I’ll call Arellano,” Ordonez said.
Ava searched her memory. “The president of the Philippines?”
“Yes.”
“He’ll cooperate?”
“I own him. At least, I own the biggest part of him.”
“That’s good.”
“And I’ll call Tong in Beijing.”
“The vice-premier?”
