Thorn shook his head again. “I don’t know. Maybe it wouldn’t do anything at all. Or maybe having the head honcho revealed as a murdering Soviet spy might so rattle investors’ confidence that they’d dump their stock en masse. Or maybe customers would be alarmed to the extent that they’d look to take their business elsewhere. We don’t know.”
He sighed. He did understand this himself. He was a part of that community, too. But he hated it, hated the very thought that Cox might be untouchable. “Look,” he said, “once you start digging into the way the man operates — and that will have to be part of it — there’s no telling what we are going to find. A guy who is willing to sell out his country, to have people killed, probably wasn’t too scrupulous in his business dealings. I’d bet once the fed starts turning over rocks there, all kinds of ugly things are going to be revealed. There’s no way to be sure.”
“I don’t give a flying fiddler’s—” Jay began.
“Think of it like this,” Thorn said, cutting him off. “Your sixty-four-year-old father is about to retire after working hard for forty years. The Cox empire shatters, the stock market goes into the toilet. The mutual fund where much of your father’s retirement has been invested loses most of its value. That nest egg he’s spent his whole life building just… goes away. He’s probably going to have to keep working — assuming he can — and whatever assistance he can get from Social Security is, given how that program is teetering on the brink of a big abyss, going to be minimal.”
“Yes, but—”
“Now multiply that by, say, a couple million late baby boomers who are going to retire in the next year or two. And it isn’t just them, it’s the shops they frequent, their children, their grandchildren’s college funds. If a whole lot of people go on welfare, lose their homes, get sick, can’t afford medicine or doctors, that ripple runs throughout society. It’s the butterfly wings in Kansas causing a typhoon in China, Jay. It’s not just a few rich folks who might have to skip buying a new yacht for a year.”
None of the men around the table were stupid. He could see it working through their minds.
Finally, Jay said, “All right. So we can’t just ride in with the troops and grab Cox. But we can’t just do nothing, either. So what
Thorn rubbed the side of his face. This was going to be the really ugly part. “I have been told that we can have the federal prosecutor work things out with the state and local authorities, and come up with an offer.”
“An offer?”
“Yes. Quietly, behind the scenes. We agree not to go after him, and put forth some kind of deal that gets Cox to retire, to give up control of his empire, maybe a big fine.”
“What?! The man is a killer!” That from Fernandez. “And the government wants to give him a
“Given what we have, proving felonies to a jury would be extremely difficult. He knows we’re watching, and he isn’t going to take a crooked step. There’s nothing else we can find.”
He paused, then went on, “If we had a confession, and video of him strangling a small child in front of a hundred witnesses, the process itself would still be full of pitfalls. He might be able to get to one of the jurors, offer enough money to buy their own small town if they want one. There are a hundred things that could go wrong in a trial, and we all know that Cox will have the biggest, meanest legal sharks in the world on his side hunting for these things. If he spent ten million, a hundred million dollars on his defense, it would just be pocket change to him. Maybe he gets off, scot-free, and meanwhile, maybe your father and a million other fathers like him wind up living in a shelter or on the street. Would you have that?”
Nobody said anything.
“A man like Cox lives for the game,” Thorn said. “If we can take that away from him, that will be some kind of punishment.” That was lame, and he knew it, but he had no other crumbs to offer, and he hated that.
“But he’s still a billionaire living high on the hog,” Fernandez said. “How much you figure he’s going to suffer, when it gets right down to it?”
Thorn didn’t have an answer for that.
“That’s assuming he goes for the deal,” Jay said. His voice was bitter. “We don’t have enough leverage to do much. He might tell the feds to shove it, and dare them to take him to court.”
“That’s possible.”
“This sucks,” Fernandez said. “Big time.”
Thorn nodded. “Yes. It does. It’s not right. But it’s the way things are. I’m just telling you what I’ve been told. Our job was to catch him. We uncovered him. We’re supposed to shut up and leave it alone from here on in.”
That pretty much ended the meeting, with nobody happy — especially Thorn. As the men left, Thorn stopped Fernandez. “Julio, can I see you a minute?”
“Yeah. What’s up?”
After the others were gone, Thorn told him. It surprised Fernandez, but it didn’t take five seconds for him to nod his agreement. Thorn had been pretty sure he would go along. They thought alike about this particular subject. Thorn’s grandfather had taught him that the law and justice were distant cousins; that when you were forced to make a choice between them, it was better to choose justice, even if it might put you at odds with the law. Laws changed, they shifted according to the whim of those who made them, and people sometimes made mistakes — just look at what the white man had done to the red man or the black man — genocide and slavery, and all of it perfectly legal at the time. There was the letter of the law, and then there was the spirit, his grandfather had taught him — it didn’t take an eagle to see which was the right path.
So Marissa’s story about the snow runners applied here. Maybe, just maybe, there might be another way.
36
Howard was cleaning out his temporary desk. The situation with Cox was effectively over, as far as Net Force was concerned. Jay was still doggedly trying to decode the file, and searching high and low for anything else that might swing the decision to back off in the other direction, but Howard knew a done deal when he heard one.
Sometimes you won, sometimes you lost. That was how it went. Losing this one, however — not only his last one with Net Force, but one with such a personal element, too — was going to be hard.
He looked up and saw Abe standing in the doorway.
“They are covering their tracks,” Abe said.
Howard said, “Yeah?”
“Natadze’s house just blew up. Pretty much leveled the sucker.”
“Really?”
“Our surveillance people have been long gone, but the local police are investigating it. First reports say it was probably natural gas, but I wouldn’t bet on it being an accident. Soon as the arson boys check it, I’m betting they find evidence of a trigger, even if it was a gas leak.”
Howard shook his head. “I don’t suppose Natadze was in the place when it went up?”
“No signs of a body. I’ll keep you posted, if you want.”
“I’d appreciate it, Abe.”
“You looking forward to the new job?”
“Yes and no. It’ll pay better. My wife will sleep easier. But it probably won’t be as much fun.”
“Anytime you want to come back and do a ride-along, let me know. You’ll always be welcome”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
Abe left, and Howard finished his packing. He was going to miss this, no question. But better-paid and safer had their appeal.
