But even so, at night, with hardly any ambient noise to drown their gentle movements, thank fuck I had heard them.
Chapter 42
It was six-thirty-three when I arrived in Hubba-Hubba’s parking lot, three minutes late. The other two vehicles were already there, parked together, with no one else around. It was far too dark to walk the dog, and the sex would have happened hours ago.
Once I’d closed down the Megane, I started toward Hubba-Hubba’s Scudo. The front windows were slightly open, and the engine was off. I heard a gentle click behind me as Lotfi closed the door of the Focus. We approached the van together and as we climbed in through the side door the ribbed steel floor buckled gently under our combined weight. Hubba-Hubba turned around in the driver’s seat to face us both. I slid the side door back so it closed gently, and before anybody said anything I gave them a thumbs-up in the dull light of the glove compartment bulb. “We’ve got the boat back. Greaseball gave it to me and I have checked, they’re in Antibes.” Two very relieved people gave big sighs and babbled to each other in Arabic. “But we do have a problem: the police are there.”
I described the boat’s exact location, then the position of the Renault van, and the layout of the surrounding area. “The only way I can see us getting a trigger on the target is by having someone in the back of this thing.” I looked at Hubba-Hubba as they exchanged more Arab stuff and sounded puzzled. “Where are the blankets to cover the hawallada?”
He tapped the rear of his driver’s seat. “Under here.”
“Good, I think it’ll work. Basically, one of us needs to get in the back of this van, and stay there all day if necessary, watching the quay by the fishing boats and the archway so we can trigger the Romeos away. We need to play around with the back of this thing a little bit, but the first thing we need to do is choose the right man for the job. Hubba-Hubba, congratulations.”
He didn’t make any sounds of concern.
“Don’t look so happy. You’re just about to find out what it’s like to be holed up in the back of one of these things all day, looking through a small aperture waiting for the target, knowing that if you take your eyes off the trigger for just a second, you could miss what you’ve been waiting hours to see.”
Lotfi leaned forward and shook Hubba-Hubba’s shoulder, obviously pleased it wasn’t him. “That’s not a problem for this man. He’s the smallest, of course he should do it.”
Hubba-Hubba said something back that didn’t sound too pleasant. I couldn’t do anything but smile because I didn’t know what Lotfi was going on about. To me they looked like they’d both come out of the same mold.
I took a breath to gather my thoughts. “Okay, then, first things first.” I was waiting for Lotfi to get his beads out and, sure enough, I heard a click. “Ground — you’ve just had it. Remember that the bus and the train stations are a lot closer to the boat than they were yesterday. That’s good for us, as it’s easier to take them, but it’s bad if they’ve decided they can trim their timings and get there just in time to jump on and go. So we’ve got to be on the mark and right on top of them.
“The boat is in exactly the same condition as when we last saw it: the blinds are down, everything is buttoned up on the device. There’s no reason to believe it’s been moved, or that the Romeos have gone.”
Lotfi’s mind was elsewhere. “What about the police, Nick? What about what happened to you? Do you think they have made a connection between you and the boat?”
“I really don’t know. We just have to focus on what we’re doing. Nothing has changed for me. We have a job to do, an important job. The police are at Vauban — so what? They’re here for the boat, we’re here for the hawallada and the cash. If we do our job properly they won’t even know we exist. When, or if, they do, that’s when I’ll start worrying. It’s a tall order, but we don’t have a choice.”
Lotfi gently tapped his brother’s arm once more. “But Nick and I, we are taller.”
He was clearly very pleased not to be going into the back of the Scudo.
“Situation. Greaseball and the int from the recycling bins both said the police presence could just be routine, because Curly’s used the boat to smuggle heroin.
“And because it’s moved about quite a bit these last few days, the police have taken an interest. It went from its normal parking place in Vauban to Marseille to pick up the Romeos from the Algiers ferry, then back home to Vauban, then to BSM. I reckon they moved back because of the alarm last night. The Romeos were spooked big- time, and I think Curly used it as an excuse to scurry back home.”
Hubba-Hubba adjusted himself in his seat. “But why use a boat that is known to the police? That’s crazy….”
“Fuck knows, mate. I asked Greaseball and he said the Romeos didn’t know the boat was known, and laughed. Maybe he and Curly were so desperate to make a few dollars they just forgot to tell them that the Ninth of May had a record. Who knows, who cares?”
Lotfi did. “Why, if they are getting paid for helping the Romeos, does Greaseball become the source?”
“That I don’t know. What I do know is that he’s protected, so he probably has no choice — and maybe he thinks he’ll get to keep some of the money.”
Neither of them could keep a straight face as Lotfi gave out a low, “Booooom.”
I grinned too. I couldn’t agree more. “It’s just a shame that Greaseball won’t be on board when we make that call.”
Hubba-Hubba looked as disappointed as I felt.
“So, I reckon that if they don’t know the police have eyes on them, we’ve got to assume that everything from the collectors’ point of view is still going according to plan, and they’re off to Nice tomorrow.”
I pressed on. “Enemy forces. We now have Curly on the list and, of course, the police. Also, don’t forget our last enemy. Watch your third-party awareness….
“Execution general outline. Phase one is getting this van in position, which has to be pretty soon, before the parking lot fills up, so we’ve got time to maneuver you into a good spot before it gets busy. Phase two, triggering the collectors and taking them to Nice, or wherever they’re going to go. Phase three, the lift of the hawallada, and the drop-off. Phase four, setting up for the last collect in Cannes.”
I saw Lotfi’s fingers getting ready for the next few clicks. “Phase one, positioning the van.” I explained that I needed the Scudo to nose-park in one of the spaces near the archway so that the rear door windows faced the fishing boats, with Hubba-Hubba already in the back and Lotfi driving. “You guys need to meet up somewhere near the train station.” I pointed at Lotfi. “Leave your car there, then drive Hubba-Hubba into position. The parking lot barrier comes down at six, so make sure you leave the parking ticket in the front with some cash. Work out where you’re going to leave it in the vehicle, but leave it out of sight. And remember, there could be eyes looking at you from inside that Renault.”
I turned to Hubba-Hubba. “For the same reason, just be careful and don’t rush coming out of the back of here. You can have a practice later. Make sure you have the trigger on the quay, and be able to give direction if the Romeos are foxtrot (on foot) or even mobile (in a vehicle) at that archway. Who knows? Curly might have a car and give them a lift.”
Hubba-Hubba nodded intently.
“So then, phase two, triggering the collectors. On the stand-by from Hubba-Hubba, I want you, Lotfi, to cover the train station. You don’t have to be on it physically all the time; you can be hovering about having a coffee somewhere, doing whatever you want to do, but make sure you have eyes on it within a minute. And, of course, make sure your car is nearby so you can react to whatever the Romeos do. I’m going to be doing the same, but at the bus station.
“Phase three, taking the collectors to the hawallada. We’re going to have to do exactly the same as we planned before, and that’s why Hubba-Hubba needs to be in the back here, because I want us all in our own vehicles today. Does that make sense?”
Hubba-Hubba nodded at Lotfi, pleased there was a tactical decision behind my choice.
I ran through all the RV drills if we got split during the take. They were the same as yesterday’s, but I covered them anyway.
“Any questions?”
