“Are you behind the package I found on my hotel bed?”
“Negative. What kind of package?”
Knox explained the package. Dulwich knew nothing of any hard drive, but clearly wanted to get his hands on it.
“I can’t see Kozlowski helping me out,” Knox said. “Too big a risk for him to take.”
“Consider that he wants Danner back as much as, maybe more than, any of us. FYI: I was about to call you. DNA is a match. Good work. But listen, an American gone missing? This is on Kozlowski’s watch, don’t forget. If you get Danner back before the ransom’s paid, the kidnapping will never be officially recorded. No black marks on anyone’s service record. The government escapes a tricky one. The Party, and Kozlowski and the consulate, too.”
“But I have no doubt-zero-that he’s connected me to you and Rutherford. So why not just overnight it to you directly?”
“There would be records of that. You, on the other hand, just discovered something on your bed. He probably paid off a chambermaid or doorman. No legs. Now you’re the one in position to do something with whatever’s contained on there. He knows that. And if he found something on there, it makes all the more sense because his hands are tied. You become the sacrificial lamb. You say he’s made the connection to us. He knows who we are, knows we’re major players. Knows we specialize in kidnapping resolution and extraction. If you’re him, who would you want on your side?”
“I suppose,” Knox said.
“And consider this: that laptop was encrypted. Count on it. So your consulate buddy broke the encryption. That means he’s got whatever you’ve got. He might have even removed a few files before giving you a copy. But who knows? Maybe it’s a matter of making sense of it. Maybe there’s something on there but he needs a second set of eyes.”
“I can pass it on to Grace,” Knox said. “But with two days to go, I’m not putting my nose into a computer screen.”
“Understood.”
“Is the date still firm?” Knox said.
“Yes.”
“And?” Knox could hear it in the man’s voice.
The line remained open, but Dulwich wasn’t speaking.
“Sarge?”
“A finger.”
The open line sparked with static.
“Whose?” Knox said, knowing already.
“Look on the bright side,” Dulwich said. “We know Danny was alive as recently as yesterday. And within city limits.”
The finger had retained warmth-the only explanation. Knox swallowed dryly. “Which finger?”
Silence.
“Which finger?” Knox repeated.
“Middle finger, right hand.”
“Oh…shit.” The kidnappers had seized the opportunity to send a message within the message. Knox’s stomach turned. No DNA swab this time. He tried for air. “I’ll kill these guys,” he said.
“You and me both.”
“Peggy?”
“No need to bother her with details.”
“She has a right to know he’s still alive. That is not a detail.”
“This is what we do, buddy boy. We’re on it.”
“Any renegotiation?” Knox asked. Ransom sums were always reduced the closer to the drop.
“Marquardt handled it very well. It’s down to a quarter million USD.”
“Two-fifty K? For two hostages including one American? Are you shitting me?”
“We’ve adjusted our game plan to consider them amateurs,” Dulwich said. “Berthold was prepared to go as high as ten million.”
Knox filled him in on the Sherpa delivery man knowing a valid address and how this supported the amateurs theory.
“Game changer,” Dulwich said. “If not a Triad, then maybe a co-worker or a competitor. But our modeling continues to suggest one of the bribe recipients. We need those people identified. You need to bring me Lu Hao’s accounts.”
The Mongolians did not strike Knox as amateurs. Yang Cheng’s men perhaps.
“FYI: We followed up on Inspector Shen’s inquiries with Marquardt about the American documentary film crew.”
Knox said nothing, his mind back on the Sherpa and Danny’s severed finger.
“We’ve confirmed one of the film crew is missing,” Dulwich continued. “We got it from the head of housekeeping at the Tomorrow Square Marriott. He’s a cameraman. Neither he nor his camera has been in his hotel room for over ten days.”
“And this pertains to us how?”
“Listen, they’re filming The Berthold Group. Right? The tower construction? Now the Chinese are all over it. So that means we’re interested. It’s a missing person. We’ve got a couple of those ourselves.”
“Also kidnapped?”
“Who knows?”
“They sent a hand instead of a finger?”
“No one sent anything. That hand was fished out of the Yangtze.”
“Dead?”
“How would we know? Hotel security can track key-card usage. Only housekeeping has been in and out of that missing guy’s-this cameraman’s room-over the past ten days. Sounds like he’s toast.”
“Again: why do I care?”
“You’re a cold-hearted bastard. A man’s missing.” Said one of the coldest-hearted bastards Knox knew. “Inspector Shen pays Marquardt a visit a couple days after a kidnapping of a Berthold employee and is clearly investigating a different missing persons case. He’s letting Marquardt know they can share the wealth-that one investigation may inform the other.”
“Or he’s threatening him not to investigate anything himself. Which means me.”
“That would be you,” Dulwich agreed. “Another reason it’s worth discussing, don’t you think?”
“Would the People’s Armed Police, a guy like the inspector, ever employ Mongolians as muscle?” Knox asked.
“I’ll tell you something: the Ministry of State Security would employ goddamn Attila the Hun if it suited their purpose. Why?”
“I’ve dropped a pair of guys,” Knox said. “Both apparent Mongolians but holding legit National Residence Cards. They’re all over this like flies. They were in the incentive loop.”
“I’m interested because…?”
“I recovered Danny’s GPS. He left himself voice notes at each of Lu Hao’s drop points.”
Dulwich whistled.
“The latest addition to Lu Hao’s payments could be these Mongolians.”
He heard Dulwich’s labored breathing. That comment had gotten his adrenaline pumping. “I can have Primer ask Marquardt about any Mongolians, any blackmail or extortion that predated the kidnapping, but I’ve got to think he would have volunteered that. We’re working for him, after all.”
Knox said, “The Mongolians beat the shit out of the delivery guy who left the ransom.”
“You do work quickly.”
“Their whole focus appears to be finding Lu. I don’t see them behind this. More like ‘way behind,’ like we are.”
“If they’re proxies for the Chinese, you’re fucked. Those boys will take you behind the shed and put one
