Phoenix Prosperity's investments? It was obvious Jack Salmon wasn't the brains behind the operation. 'Are you given guidelines on what you can invest in, or can you do what you like?'
'It varies,' said Jack. 'Sometimes they tell me what to buy. Sometimes they just accept my suggestions. I think they value my judgement. Hey, tell you what. I've been thinking about that Fairway deal. Do you want to help me buy some bonds? I'd like to pick up five million.'
'I'd love to,' I said. 'But I think I should just watch. You go ahead.'
'OK. Just a minute while I call the boss.'
Jack dialled a number and drew away from me so that I couldn't hear. Up until then he had been all braggadocio, but now he took on a sort of submissive posture, rather like a naughty puppy expecting a beating from his master. After a few minutes of solemn conversation in which Jack did most of the listening, he put down the phone, his eyes shining.
'Wow, he really liked that one,' he said. 'He doesn't want me to buy five million, he wants me to buy twenty million. At last these guys are beginning to appreciate my ideas. Let's get to it.' The puppy was wagging his tail. His master had given him an unexpected bone.
I watched as Jack set to work to purchase his $20 million of Fairway bonds. For all his claims of extensive experience, he did a lousy job of it. Buying $20 million of bonds in the junk bond market requires extreme delicacy. I knew how Hamilton would do it. He would subtly nose around the market trying to find dealers who owned the particular issue he was looking for. He would disguise his enquiries by throwing in several red herrings, so none of them could be sure what he was about. Then, when he had found the dealer who seemed to be able to provide him with the most bonds at the cheapest price, he would open up to him, telling him exactly what he wanted to do. The dealer could then work hard to try to buy the bonds from his customers quietly without disturbing the market.
But Jack wasn't Hamilton. He started off by asking ten brokers for prices in the issue. He bought two million each from those three which had the lowest prices. So far, so good. The problem was that when Jack tried to buy the rest, lo and behold, the price had gone up three or four points. All the dealers had worked out what he was trying to do, and what was worse, they knew that every other dealer knew. Jack spent most of the rest of the morning shouting at dealers for putting up their prices against him. When I left him, he still had eight million left to buy and was in a thoroughly bad mood.
I took a taxi back to the hotel. Before checking out I made a quick phone call to Tommy in New York.
'Good to hear from you,' came Tommy's voice, relaxed as ever. 'I trust you are sporting a nice tan after your vacation in the sun.'
'If I hear one more smug chief executive talking about operating synergies and enhancing shareholder value, I think I will explode,' I said. 'How are you getting on?'
'Nothing, yet. The police aren't very co-operative. Also, it's difficult to get hold of Shoffman's files. But don't worry, I haven't given up. Have you found anything?'
'Yes, I have done rather well.' I told him about my chat with Jack Salmon and my discovery of what Uncle Sam's Money Machine was. 'I wonder if you would do me one more favour,' I said.
'Sure,' said Tommy.
'See if you can find out who it was who took over Phoenix Prosperity sometime in the last two years. They paid forty million dollars. Some of the press-cutting databases may have something, although I suspect that the deal was kept private. I bet Bloomfield Weiss had something to do with it. They could have been advisers to either Phoenix Prosperity or the purchaser. See if you can find anything about it there.'
'It's tricky stuff snooping through corporate finance files like that. You can go to jail for that sort of thing.'
'I know. I can have a good guess who the purchaser was, but I need evidence. Sorry, Tommy. If you don't want to do it, I will understand.'
'Oh no. You can't get rid of me that easy. This is fun. I'll have the information for you. Where can I get hold of you?'
'I'll be at the Tahiti for a couple of days,' I said. 'You can get in touch with me there. Good luck.'
I was glad Tommy thought the whole thing was a lark. I felt bad about asking him to do something which carried so much risk, but he seemed genuinely eager and willing. It gave him a chance to get his own back on Bloomfield Weiss. He had been fired, what else did he have to lose?
I was not quite so happy about the whole thing. Whoever was behind it all was dangerous. Debbie and Greg Shoffman had both died on the trail of Tremont Capital. I didn't feel at all safe following in their footsteps. But I was getting somewhere, especially with the discovery of what Uncle Sam's Money Machine was. If Tommy could get answers to my questions, I would be a long way towards figuring it all out. I was doing well; it would be impossible for Hamilton not to concede as much. I would show him he had been right to place his trust in me.
CHAPTER 16
We travelled to Las Vegas in style. Irwin Piper had laid on his own private jet for certain valued investors. To my surprise, I was one of them. Jack Salmon and Madeleine Jansen were there. There were also three or four other investors from some of the biggest money managers. Cash and Waigel were also present. So was Cathy.
Cash was having a whale of a time. The plane was kitted out to cater for the 'high-rollers' that Piper wanted to transport to his casino. There was a bar, including several bottles of chilled champagne. Cash lost no time in breaking into these, forcing everyone to take a glass. Within a few minutes the plane was buzzing with chatter and laughter; Cash had started his party.
Much to his delight, Waigel found himself a TV with a selection of pornographic videos, which he hastened to try out on the machine. Cathy, whom he had jammed himself next to, stared out of the window in disgust.
I was sitting next to Madeleine Jansen. The champagne made its way up the plane to us. Madeleine lifted her glass. 'Cheers.'
'Cheers.'
We both sipped from our glasses. The bubbles danced around my mouth and tickled my nose. Champagne always seems more active at altitude.
I looked out of the window down to the dry Arizona desert below. We were passing over a range of low mountains. Here the desert buckled up into folds of browns, yellows, oranges and blacks. Rock, sand and shadow from the strong sunlight. There was not a patch of green in sight. Just one dead straight man-made track bisected the landscape as far as I could see. Looking down from an air-conditioned aeroplane thirty thousand feet up, the landscape appeared cold and empty. The intense heat of the desert floor was difficult to imagine.
Madeleine glanced over her shoulder towards where Cathy was sitting. 'You seemed a little preoccupied in Phoenix,' she said.
My cheeks burned. 'Yes, I'm very sorry. I was a little rude, wasn't I? I hope you will forgive me?'
'Yes, of course,' she laughed. I was embarrassed that my absorption with Cathy had been so obvious. But Madeleine seemed to be no more than pleasantly amused.
'Have you been to Las Vegas before?' she asked.
'No, this will be my first time. I'm quite curious to see what it's like. And you?'
'Once or twice.'
'On holiday or as an investor?'
'No, I haven't been there on vacation,' she said, 'but I have been to look at a couple of investments in the city.'
'Are these junk bond investments?' I asked.
'Mostly,' she said, 'although we do have a couple of equity investments in casinos.'
'Really?' I said.
'Yes. In fact we own a piece of the Tahiti.'
At last! Someone who was prepared to be straight about what they owned.
'That's interesting. What do you think of the deal?' I asked.
Madeleine looked at me, amused. 'What do you think of it?' she said.
I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. This woman obviously knew what she was talking about and I didn't want to make a fool of myself. On the other hand I had never liked the deal, even before I had discovered Piper's murky
