Rough Weather Part 20

Esther looked at Quirk. Quirk nodded his head toward the door.

He said, "Let's you and me confer privately, Esther."

They stood.

As he left the office, Quirk jerked his head at Dillard and said to me, "Don't let him steal any paper clips."

When we were alone, I said to Dillard, "Seen Tony lately?"

"Tony?"

"Tony Marcus," I said. "You represent him, don't you?"

"Sometimes," Dillard said. "You know Tony, do you?"

"Yep," I said. "Helped send him up once."

Dillard nodded without speaking.

"Why would Tony Marcus's expensive mouthpiece be interested in a couple of goons from Itty-bitty-stan?" I said.

"Tony is not my only client," Dillard said.

"You got any that Tony disapproves of?" I said.

"The implication is insulting," Dillard said.

"Good," I said. "You want to have a duel?"

"Why do you wish to insult me?" Dillard said. Very dignified.

"I think Tony's gotten himself involved in all of this somehow," I said, "and your job is to get him uninvolved. If that means getting the two goons off, fine. If it means throwing them off the back of the sled, fine. n.o.body knows what they actually said to you except your translator and maybe you."

"You are, of course, free to speculate," Dillard said.

"Thanks," I said.

Quirk came back into his office with Esther.

"We'll keep them," Esther said.

Dillard said, "That's disappointing, Esther."

Esther smiled.

"And I feel really bad about it," she said. "But we thought it might be nice to have our own translator talk with them, you know? Some sort of investigation before we let go of them."

"Arraignment?" Dillard said.

"Someone from my office will call you," Esther said. "Let you know."

"It should be prompt," Dillard said.

"Of course it should," Esther said.

"Very well," Dillard said. "I'll need to talk with my clients, explain their situation."

"Feel free," Esther said. "I'll walk you back."

Esther said good-bye to Quirk, nodded at me, and followed Dillard out of the office.

"Gee," I said, "Lamar didn't say good-bye to either one of us."

"Not a friendly guy," Quirk said.

I nodded.

"Rugar worked with me up in Marshport a while back," I said. "Tony Marcus was in that mix. In fact, he lent us a guy named Leonard . . ."

"I know Leonard," Quirk said.

"So Leonard worked with Rugar," I said.

"Which means Rugar and Tony have a connection," Quirk said. "Maybe we can roll them both up."

"Think big," I said.

"That's what my wife always says."

"Wishful thinking," I said. "You're Irish."

"Jesus," Quirk said. "The secret's out."

35.

Pearl was visiting in my office, as she often did when Susan was busy all day and out in the evening. When Healy came in he saw her on the couch and paused to pat her. She wagged her tail but didn't get off the couch. as she often did when Susan was busy all day and out in the evening. When Healy came in he saw her on the couch and paused to pat her. She wagged her tail but didn't get off the couch.

"Bring Your Dog to Work Day?" Healy said.

"I get so lonely," I said.

"We got a ransom demand," Healy said. "For Adelaide Van Meer."

"Who got it, her mother?"

"Yep. Five million dollars."

"Note," Healy said. "Block letters, looks like someone printed them with their off hand."

"Payoff instructions?"

"To come," Healy said.

He took a photocopy of a letter from his inside pocket and smoothed it out on my desktop in front of me.

IF YOU WANT YOUR DAUGHTER BACK COME.

UP WITH $5 MILLION. YOU HAVE A WEEK TO.

GET IT. WE'LL CONTACT YOU THEN.

"How'd it arrive?" I said.

"By ordinary mail, according to her," Healy said. "She 'thought-lessly disposed' of the envelope before she realized it was important. No return address. Postmarked, she thinks, in Boston."

"She going to pay?"

"Yes. Says she is going to talk with Adelaide's father about it."

"You told her that paying was no guarantee she'd see her daughter."

"I did," Healy said. "I also told her that not paying was no guarantee of seeing her daughter."

I stood up. Pearl raised her head. A walk was possible. A cookie? I walked across the room and patted her.

"She share any other thoughts with you?" I said.

"None worth repeating," Healy said. "She's 'horribly worried' about her daughter."

I nodded. Pearl realized the pat was all she was getting, and put her head back down on the couch. I walked back to my desk and stood and looked out the window.

"Whaddya think?" I said to Healy.

"I think it's bulls.h.i.t," Healy said.

"Took them an awful long time to send the ransom note," I said.

"Might be a wacko," Healy said. "Might be some harebrain who had nothing to do with the kidnapping."

"Along for the ride," I said. "Thinks he can score a little cash from somebody else's crime."

"It happens," Healy said.

"I know. You think it's one of those?"

"They usually show up sooner than this, also," Healy said.

"Yeah," I said. "They do."

"You got a theory?" Healy said.

"The ransom's an afterthought," I said.

"What kind of a kidnapping has the ransom as an afterthought?" Healy said.

"One not about the ransom," I said.

"Most not-ransom kidnappings are about child custody," Healy said. "Or s.e.xual perversion, or another kind of ransom."

"Give us the plans to the atom bomb or you'll never see your daughter again," I said.

"Something like that."

"None of those seem to be in play here," I said.

"No. This seems like something being made up as they go along," Healy said. "You know this guy, Rugar. That his style?"

"No."

"Some people took a run at you, and bungled it."

"You know about that," I said.

"I'm a trained investigator," Healy said. "That Rugar's style?"

"No."

"But it was Rugar did the kidnapping," Healy said.

"I saw him do it," I said.

"Maybe that's what you were there for?"

"You think?" I said.