hour. And Bill is coming with me. He is going to try to talk some sense into Gary if it isn’t too late. And to you.” She gave me her flight information, and I told her that someone would meet her plane.
One of Pugh’s people would be at the airport holding up a sign that read ALBANY GROUP.
Timmy was awake now, and I repeated to him what Ellen Griswold had just told me.
Timmy said, “She’s going to be awfully disappointed if she gets over here and her ex-husband tells her that he hired Hubbard and Mertz to kill Bill’s ex-wife. And that now he’s atoning for it by handing the family company over to a Buddhist study and retreat center.”
“If that’s what actually happened. But I don’t think it did.”
“I don’t either.”
“It’s time for Griswold to fess up. I’m going to ask him to tell me the truth about Hubbard and Mertz. And if he refuses, I’ll threaten to gum up the whole Buddhism center deal. Tell the seer that Trump Tower is made out of Cheez Whiz or something.”
I got out of bed and into my pants. “You’re going to ask Griswold now?” Timmy said. “He’s on painkillers. How coherent is he going to be?”
“Not too coherent, but just enough, I hope.”
One of the Dream Boys was on sentry duty on a chair outside Griswold’s room squinting at a Thai soap opera on a TV set the size of a brick. I saw light under Griswold’s door, and when I knocked lightly he murmured something and I opened the door. He was not only wide-awake but was seated in front of the computer in his underwear. He turned and actually smiled at me.
“The deal is done,” he said. “On Friday, the eighteenth, our group will own the controlling shares of Algonquin Steel. This 242 Richard Stevenson will coincide with a change of administration in Thailand that will rid us of the pesky General Yodying. We can proceed with the Sayadaw U center without having to worry about people like the general whose only motives are greed and self-aggrandizement. Having transferred most of my wealth into the project, I’ll be close to penniless except for my condo and some cash reserves. But I will have helped establish an institution of great spiritual significance, and I will have helped atone for a great moral crime.”
I sat down on the edge of Griswold’s bed and said, “Was the great moral crime the murder of your former sister-in-law, Sheila Griswold?”
He flinched just once, then seemed to relax. “Yes. My brother and your former client — and my ex-wife — Ellen had Sheila killed. I’m going to confront them with the evidence of the atrocity they committed, and then I’m going to tell them that I have set the moral balance right and from now on it is only their consciences they need fear. And of course, the abject misery of their future lives.”
Griswold actually looked peaceful. He had nine candles burning on his desk and a jasmine garland draped over the PC he was using.
I said, “So you didn’t pay Duane Hubbard and Matthew Mertz to throw Sheila off the ship?”
He gave me a look. “Me? Don’t be absurd. Why would I do that? God, Strachey, what kind of man do you think I am?”
“Then why did you pay Hubbard two million dollars six months ago?”
He registered mild surprise but was so into his reverie of moral satisfaction that he didn’t seem unduly fazed by my knowledge of the two goons.
He said, “They blackmailed me. They came over to Thailand to tell me they had proof that Bill and Ellen had hired them to kill Sheila, and unless I paid them two million dollars, they would send an incriminating recording that they had to the police. They would then disappear, but Bill and Ellen would be prosecuted.”
“Why were they blackmailing you? Why not blackmail Bill and Ellen? They could have saved a bundle on airfare.”
“Because they had found out that I had cashed out my shares in the company and had access to large amounts of ready funds, and Bill and Ellen were merely stock rich. Duane and Matthew had some scheme they wanted to invest in — a chain of fitness-slash-fast-food centers called Bitchin’ Burritos. The idea was, you’d spend half an hour on a treadmill sweating and then get a cheese and bean burrito as a reward, and with no net gain in calories for the visit. Have any of these places opened in Albany that you know of?”
“Not yet.”
“I decided to pay those two criminals off for two reasons.
One was, I really don’t want Bill and Ellen to go to prison.
There’s no love lost between my brother and me, but I still have a soft spot in my heart for Ellen. She never gave me a really hard time when I came out, and she still really cares for me, I think.”
“That’s my impression.”
“Also, there is a higher justice, and it is that higher justice I wanted badly for them to become acquainted with. It would mean that in their next lives they might choose to devote themselves to activities that could lead eventually to moral and spiritual redemption.”
“How,” I asked, “did Hubbard and Mertz find out that you had cashed out your shares in Algonquin Steel? Presumably they were not privy to company goings-on.”
Griswold looked at me wearily and said, “I’ll bet you can guess.”
“Bill and Ellen told them?”
“When they approached Bill and threatened to turn him and Ellen in, he told them that company stock was down and he was unable to sell any shares, and he was cash poor. He told them I had a lot of cash, and he knew that I would do the right thing in order to protect the reputations and memories of our parents. And he was right about that. My parents were not understanding with me when I came out, and that hurt. But overall they were decent human beings who did their best in the world. And they never disinherited me either, and that has made the Sayadaw U project possible, and a lot of other meritorious works too. Not just concert halls in Rochester, but projects that will make the world a saner and more peaceful place for thousands of years to come.”
“Did you listen to the so-called incriminating tape?”
“It was actually a video. A DVD, they said. I didn’t want to see it and really didn’t need to. Duane said they had showed it to Bill and Ellen, and that’s when they were told to get in touch with me. Bill and Ellen, in fact, were given a copy of it. Of course, they probably destroyed it immediately.”
“Did you tell them that Hubbard and Mertz had come here to blackmail you and that you had acceded to their demands?”
“No. My plan is to inform them after the takeover of the company by my Thai investment group and the transfer of the shares to the Sayadaw project. That would have been on the twenty-seventh, but now it’ll be the eighteenth, which is even better. There’s less chance that anything will go wrong if we wrap this up posthaste.”
“There may be a hitch,” I said.
Griswold stiffened. “What hitch?”
“Ellen and Bill know what you are up to. She called me.
They are plenty upset about the company takeover. And they also know that you know about the Hubbard- Mertz connection. I seem to have indirectly and inadvertently tipped them off about that. Sorry. But it might actually be good that all the Griswolds are finding out what all the other Griswolds are thinking and what each of you is up to. And unless all of you lie through your teeth even when you are face-to-face, some useful clearing of the air might be about to break out. That’s because Ellen and Bill are en route to Bangkok as we speak. They’ll arrive later this afternoon.”
Griswold went white. “Oh no. Do you realize what this could mean, Strachey?”
“What?”
“More sorrow and bloodshed.”
Griswold sat looking over at me from between his bandages, his eyes full of desolation and fear. I wasn’t sure if he was uncannily prescient or if he basically just needed to stay off bicycles.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
