Baptiste was still processing the details of her plan. 'Even assuming you could convince Raval to give up the technology process, why the hell would we then run it through Gaudet and pay him anything?'
'First, because Gaudet already has the technology. It may be our only way, depending on whether I can find Georges. Second, your idea of how to make money is far too danger ous and it's stupid. Selling it to a foreign government? Yourself? I will tell you what works. The French government buys from Gaudet and Gaudet gives you a cash kickback. Likewise Raval. Gaudet is a criminal so he is our shield. Believe me, you don't want the government throwing you in jail. I can attest to its unpleasantness. Do you understand?'
'How do you work with a man like Gaudet?'
'The Swiss escrow's the key. By agreement, the government pays directly into that account. By agreement, you get your cut, Gaudet his. Gaudet doesn't actually touch the cash originally, so depending on him to pay you is not an issue.'
'I don't see why Gaudet needs us at all in this scheme,' Baptiste grumbled.
'He needs me and I need the French government. I can deliver Raval and probably Bowden. There is no time for Gaudet to try to find Raval and either persuade him with money or torture, so without me there is a great probability that Gaudet will fail to deliver a sellable product to the gov ernment of France. Without me France will have a hard time knowing whether they have the real goods. I am only inter ested in a pardon-not money, so I am the glue that holds this deal together. It's that simple.'
Baptiste merely nodded, still absorbing the structure of her proposal.
'You know what we do next? If we learn when Gaudet plans to launch his operation, this Cordyceps attack, then we use the money to sell the world markets short by buying short- term put options just before Cordyceps is launched. We take positions in London, Japan, and not much in the U.S. Use twenty different brokers. The leverage will be incredible. We don't even need much of Gaudet's cut to make money, you see. Say two and a half percent on two hundred million or five mil lion. It isn't enough money that Gaudet will want to double- cross you, and with a properly set up Swiss escrow it would be nearly impossible to cheat you anyway. The market after Cordyceps will turn the five million into more than fifty million on highly leveraged accounts. This is all if we learn the precise date. I don't even care about the money myself. You take as much as you want; I get my pardon from the French government for brokering the deal with Gaudet. Got it?'
Baptiste sat stunned and somewhat reluctant to admit that it was brilliant. It seemed to involve very low risk.
'Why does Raval cooperate?' He was fishing for any loopholes or flaws.
'To get certain money now. You have said many times, and the lawyers have said, that Grace owned the technology. Raval can't capitalize on it because the French government now owns the assets of Grace. So why shouldn't he want cash? I am his friend and I can persuade him.'
'And what about Bowden? How do you get him to coop erate on the Chaperone molecule?'
'Bowden will deal with the first legitimate entity with a sound plan. That's from what I know of the man. He's in business to help the Amazon. Show him how to do that and he'll play ball.'
'Even if you can do all this-which seems impossible- the admiral will never allow you out of jail. It would be his neck. And he will never go for the kickback. He would have us all arrested.'
'I will take care of convincing the admiral to let me go to America.'
'How?'
'The greater glory of France. My plan is the only plan that has a chance. Let's face it. You are getting nowhere.' She was very sure of herself.
'We have a partner. Figgy Meeks. We got him into Sam's camp. We have to pay Figgy a share.'
'That's fine as long as it comes out of your end. Why should that bother me?'
Not for the first time Baptiste felt like a child talking to Benoit.
'You can deal with him, can't you?' she asked.
'I think so. He's in deep shit. He killed one of Sam's peo ple. Although it was an accident, I doubt whether Sam would understand. So I have leverage, if need be.'
'Good. I thought you would. Now listen closely. I will tell you how to send a message from me to Gaudet. I guarantee you that once he gets it, he will contact you.'
Devan Gaudet walked into the lobby of Globe Publishing as if he belonged there.
The man at the security desk stopped him and asked for ED. He showed his passport. 'Here to see?'
'Randall Crest.'
'Just a moment.'
Randall Crest oversaw sales to independent bookstores and to the large distributors.
'Mr. Crest doesn't answer. The girl says he's on vaca tion.'
'Try Osterling, head of sales.'
A pause followed while he tried the other number, fol lowed by an explanation, presumably to Osterling.
'Mr. Osterling wasn't expecting you and can only see you for a few minutes.'
'That will be fine.'
'Ninth floor. He'll meet you in the lobby there.'
Once inside, Gaudet did not go to the ninth floor. Instead, he went to the seventh and inquired as to the whereabouts of Sherry Montgomery and went straight to her desk.
'I have a meeting with Gene Osterling on the ninth re garding promotion of Michael Bowden's new title to the independents. I'm Mr. Bowden's private publicist. We'll need to get Michael on the line. I know he's only temporarily here in New York, and I'm afraid I've misplaced his number here.'
Sherry looked troubled.
'I'm sorry for the inconvenience,' Gaudet said. 'Gene's waiting up on the ninth. Probably pacing.'
'Well,' she said, 'all I have is this number. Let's see it's…' She went to a large calendar book. 'You know, I just need to check this with Rebecca. We don't usually give things out. But if Gene Osterling…' Sherry looked tentatively at Rebecca Toussant's open door and the empty desk. 'She's got someone with her.' Obviously the office was large and had a separate seating area within.
As Sherry walked to the door, Gaudet flipped open her calendar book. He flipped back a day and found Michael Bowden's name and the phone number. He flipped the calen dar shut at about the same time Sherry stopped to look back at him. A look of some concern crossed her brow as she hur ried back to her desk.
'I know this is important, but I'm afraid I can't allow you poking around my desk. I need permission to give you the number.'
'I am most sorry. I don't want to put you out or cause you to do something you're unsure of. I'll just call my housekeeper. She can probably find the note. Don't worry about it.'
Gaudet left and took the elevator to the ninth, where he met the gray-haired Osterling.
'I'm afraid I've just had an emergency call. Your cohort Randall is off on vacation anyway, so let me just not disturb you and be off. I will get hold of Mr. Crest when he returns.' Osterling looked slightly nonplussed, probably wondering why he had to wait around in the lobby for ten minutes just to hear this, but he obviously wanted to get back to work more than he wanted to ask questions.
Outside on the sidewalk Gaudet dialed the number for Bowden. It turned out to be a bed-and-breakfast. The propri etor had never heard of Michael Bowden or anyone named Sam, but they were booked with a large party.
Gaudet smiled. This might turn out to be easier than he had thought.
Gaudet hobbled into the bed-and-breakfast establish ment, appearing bent by arthritis or scoliosis of the spine, his face designed to look time-worn and yet nondescript.
'I'm looking for my grandson,' he said to a young woman who appeared to be the official greeter. 'He's due here with a sizable group, anytime.'
'His name would be-'
'Oh, he's a fine boy. If you've seen him once, you'll never forget him. He's French like me, but without the accent.'
'I'm sorry, I need a name.'
'Yes, of course. It's Dupre but it's a large party and he wouldn't have made the reservation.'
'I'm sorry, without the correct name…'
