comeback.’
‘The lovely red notebook can’t hurt us.’ Mila shrugged. ‘I tore out the pages of interest to me.’
‘The ones about the Round Table?’
‘Very few. But there are some useful people in the missing pages of the little red notebook. I say give them a chance to redeem themselves helping us rather than being blackmailed by Nine Suns.’
I shook my head.
‘On a voluntary basis,’ she said, with a cough.
‘The CIA has more resources than we do to bring down Nine Suns.’
‘And they will bring down at least a few of them that they can tie to the blackmail ring. The CIA will identify some of their plans. But, Sam, Nine Suns, they will not go away. Some fall, they will be replaced. Your friend Braun created too good and useful a template. They have made too much money, accrued too much power. They won’t give it up.’
‘I keep wondering if I should have killed him.’
‘You must not talk about killing people in front of pui or,’ she said. ‘It is bad for child development. You need boundaries.’
‘So Braun’s not running Special Projects.’
‘No.’
‘Who is?’
‘One of the few big secrets I do not know.’
‘You really don’t know?’ I hoped August got the job. He’d brought in Jack Ming, after all.
‘I really don’t know, don’t care. You. You are my problem.’
‘How so?’ I knew what was coming.
‘We gave you many bars to run.’
‘Yes. Thank you.’
‘Bars to serve as a cover for you, so you could do jobs for us.’
‘Ah.’
‘I don’t believe you are going into fights with pui or strapped to your back.’
‘No.’
‘So. May I have the bars back?’ She was asking so politely. ‘No.’
‘I do not understand.’
‘Well, the Round Table still needs the bars run, right? And any other employees such as yourself need to avail themselves of the bars as safe houses, yes?’
‘Yes.’
‘So let me run the bars. I’ll make sure they turn a tidy profit.’
‘And that will be enough for you.’
‘For now.’
Mila drew her knees up to her chin. ‘And what about what that old asshole said about your brother’s death?’
‘I have Daniel. I’m not interested in the revenge game.’
‘May I be honest?’
‘You’re still my boss.’
‘I forgot momentarily. Right now you are captivated by this greasy child. You will want to be a good and present father. But you will get restless, bored.’
‘Never of him.’
Mila nodded. ‘You will get bored of not knowing.’
‘The truth?’ Nine Suns had a plan for me, according to Zviman. One cultivated over the years. I still didn’t know what that plan was. Did I want to?
‘No, you will want to know what these jerks are doing,’ Mila said. ‘You and Jack Ming destroyed their main source of information. Now. Extortion does not have a long life anyway. But they will replace Zviman in their constellation of assholes, and they will find new mischief. New ways to earn profits or grab power. Or there will be some other jerk to fight because no one else knows that he is a threat, or no one else will dare to fight him.’
‘Not my problem,’ I said carefully, ‘until it is.’
‘Ah. My glimmer of hope. Therefore you may keep the bars. For now. Run them at massive profit or I will bring Barney DVDs for Danny boy.’
‘Leonie calls him Dat.’
Mila made a face. ‘For a woman who invents names she has horrible taste.’ She jerked her head toward the sliding glass door. ‘She left when I came here.’
‘Your charm is contagious.’
‘Why is she still here?’
‘For Daniel.’
‘How convenient his nanny is a master forger. No doubt she can teach him to copy your signature on excuses for his teachers.’
‘She’s not his nanny.’
‘Well. She is not his mother, she is not your wife, what is she? Aside from a champion liar?’
‘We’re deciding.’
Mila watched the pear ooze past Daniel’s lips. ‘I noticed there were three bedrooms here. All used.’
‘You can count.’
‘Sam. She has no claim on your child. Her adoption was both illegal and immoral. Don’t reward her. Don’t let… this woman into your life.’
I glanced up at her. ‘Do you think I want to send someone who loves Daniel, who would have died for him, to jail?’
‘No. You can’t expose yourself that way, either, to police questions as to where you were when Daniel was born.’
True.
‘It’s done,’ I said, ‘and it’s my business, not yours, and… ’
‘And I will let it go,’ Mila said quietly.
I decided to change the subject. ‘Did your CIA source have anything new on Jack Ming?’
‘Yes. He and his girlfriend have new names, new city, new jobs. They have a brand new start.’
New start. Didn’t everyone deserve one?
I left Mila considering whether a towel would protect her from Daniel’s oily embrace and walked along the sand. Leonie stood at the water’s edge. The ocean surged then retreated around her feet. Tides. Where one world ends, another begins. I had loved when my parents, in their globetrotting do-gooderness, were assigned to coastal areas. Beginnings and endings, on the sand, the water erasing and renewing, all at once. She stood in a yellow sundress, a big floppy hat.
‘You saw Mila arrived,’ she said as I joined her.
‘Yes. We had a nice chat.’
‘She still hates me.’
‘She hates most people. Except Daniel.’
‘Her one redeeming feature.’
‘I’m keeping the bars,’ I said.
‘Oh. So. I guess Daniel will be traveling with you.’
‘I’m not sure I’d wish my vagabond childhood on him.’
She looked out at the boats skidding across the sea, then back at me. ‘What does that mean?’
‘It means I travel and then I have a home. Where Daniel is. Where I will need help.’
‘Are you offering me a job?’ Her voice sounded cold.
‘A job, no. You’re the only mother he’s known, Leonie. I cannot take him from you, I can’t take you from him.’
Her lips narrowed. ‘If you are going to do that someday, Sam, do it now. Now is easier.’
‘No. I know you love him.’
