What's The Worst That Could Happen Part 19

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"Wonder?"

Andy seemed bewildered by the idea. He said, "Why would a guy like Saunders wonder? He's a young white-collar employee, he's not paid to wonder, he's paid to fetch. Now, if I told him, burn this note, that's going too far. But I say, Take this note with you,' that just means, carry a piece of paper. John, that's what Saunders does."

Dortmunder studied the note. He frowned at the big manila envelope, now again containing its ten fat smaller envelopes. He said, "It might work."

"Of course it'll work, John," Andy said. "What's the worst that can happen? We hang around outside until after the cops come and go. Besides, we gotta take the chance, you know that. We cannot leave this money here."

Dortmunder thought about it, and at last he shrugged and said, "You're right. Every once in a while, you gotta take a chance."



"Now you're talking," Andy said, and when he stood up the manila envelope was under his arm.

The women were both in May's room, so that's where Dortmunder and Andy went. When they walked in, May and Anne Marie were up and dressed, watching the Today show on television. The faces they turned toward Dortmunder and Andy were both expectant and relieved. But then May looked at Dortmunder's hand and said, "You didn't get it."

"He never showed up," Dortmunder said.

Andy said, "But we got a plan."

Dropping the manila envelope on the bed, he said, "We also made out a little. There's fifty big in there."

Anne Marie said, "Does that mean what I think it means?"

"It was Pac money," Andy told her.

Anne Marie apparently knew what that meant, because she went off into peals of laughter. "At last," she said, when she could say anything again, "the trickle-down theory begins to work."

May said, "John? Tell us everything."

So Dortmunder did, with interpolations from Andy and questions from Anne Marie, and when he was finished he said, "So we stay over one more night, and tonight I finally meet up with Max Fairbanks and get my ring back. But just to be on the safe side, I think I ought to call Wally."

Andy said, "Who, Wally Knurr?"

To Anne Marie he explained. "He's our computer guy, with the access to everything."

To Dortmunder, he said, "How come?"

"Fairbanks was supposed to be in that apartment last night and he wasn't," Dortmunder said. "I guess he'll do his talking to Congress this morning, but what else is he doing I'm not sure any more I know. And he did that news blackout over the weekend. So what's he up to? What's going on? I feel like I could use an update from Wally."

He looked over at the bedside clock and said, "Is seven minutes after eight too early to call him?"

"They're early risers up there in Dudson Center," Andy a.s.sured him.

So Dortmunder made the call, and first he had to have a pleasant civilian conversation with Myrtle Street, Wally's lady friend, which he did reasonably well, and then Wally came on and said, "John! I've been trying to call you!"

He sounded out of breath, or even more out of breath than usual.

"h.e.l.l," Dortmunder decided. "I knew it. What's gone wrong, Wally?"

"I don't know," Wally said, "but something sure has. Fairbanks has sent the word out that there will be no information given out as to his whereabouts from now on. If people want to reach him, they should make contact through his corporate headquarters in Wilmington, Delaware, a place he's never been to, not even when they laid the cornerstone for the new building."

"Well, G.o.ddamit," Dortmunder said. "Why's he doing all that?"

"I don't know, John," Wally said. "I'm sorry. I do know he still plans to have his two business meetings in Chicago, but I can't find out where he'll be staying or when he'll get there or when he'll leave. Then he'll definitely be somewhere in Australia on the days he's supposed to be there -" "Which doesn't help a lot."

"Oh, I know, John. And the next time he's willing to have his whereabouts known is next Monday, a week from now, when he gets to Las Vegas."

"Vegas doesn't change?"

"I guess because everything was all set there already, so it's too late to keep it secret. But after Las Vegas, there isn't a word on what he's gonna do or where he's gonna be. Not a word."

"But Vegas is still what it was."

"So far, anyway," Wally said. "He'll be at the Gaiety Hotel, Battle-Lake and Casino two nights next week, Monday and Tuesday, after he gets back from Australia."

"Unless he changes his mind again."

"I'm sorry, John," Wally said. "I know I said I could track him for you. But this is very unusual for Max Fairbanks. Maybe the IRS is after him or something."

"Somebody's after him, don't worry about that," Dortmunder said. "Thanks, Wally. If there's any change -" "Oh, I'll let you know, you or Andy, right away. Or probably Andy, he's got an answering machine."

"Right."

"Tell him, there's about four messages from me on his machine."

"About this conversation we're just having right here."

"Oh, sure."

"I'll tell him," Dortmunder said, and immediately forgot. "So long, Wally."

When he hung up, everybody wanted to know what the other, more interesting, half of the conversation had been, so Dortmunder repeated Wally's bad news, and Andy said, "So we don't get the ring. I'm sorry, John. Not this trip."

"d.a.m.n it to h.e.l.l," Dortmunder said. He was really angry. "We come all this way, and what do we get? A lousy fifty thousand dollars!"

36.

For some reason, this time, when Max told the story, it seemed less funny. Maybe it was the fault of this particular audience.

Which was certainly a possibility. For this go-round of the retailing of the story of his theft of the burglar's ring, Max had an audience of just one: Earl Radburn, chief of security of TUI, the man whose job it was to see to it that n.o.body stole anything anywhere within the sovereign domain of TUI, within the Max Fairbanks fiefdom. Telling his anecdote once more, this time under the ice-blue gaze of Earl Radburn, Max couldn't help but feel that somehow the man disapproved of him.

Well, so be it. Who was boss here, anyway? If Earl Radburn can't see the humor, that's Earl Radburn's loss.

Anyway, Earl was not a man noted for much sense of humor. A compact, hard-muscled ex-marine probably in his fifties, he had a pouter pigeon's chest and walk - or strut - a sand colored nailbrush mustache, and stiff orangey hair cropped so close to his tan scalp he looked like a drought. His clothing was usually tan and always clean, creased, starched, and worn like a layer of aluminum siding. If he had a home life n.o.body knew it, and if he had a sorrow in his existence it was probably that this job didn't come with a license to kill.

Max, having left DC immediately after a quite successful congressional hearing - what a nerve the government has, taxing decent citizens - had had himself driven over highways put down some time ago by the government up to his corporate headquarters here in Wilmington, Delaware, choosing this place because everybody knew he never came here, had never been here before, and was in fact pleasantly surprised when he first laid eyes on the industrial park encircling TUI's gla.s.s-sheathed, modern architected, low, broad-based main building. While driving up, he'd phoned Earl Radburn in Earl's security office in New York, and Earl had driven down to meet him.

Now they were alone together in a bright and airy conference room, with greensward as neat as a golf course outside the large windows, their sofas comfy, their soda water bubbly, and Earl as much fun to tell an anecdote to as an Easter Island head. Nevertheless, this is the fellow to whom he must once again recount the lark of stealing a burglar's ring.

"In any event," he said, when he had finished and Earl had made absolutely no response at all, "there you have it. That's what happened."

Earl said, "Sir," which was his way of saying he'd stored the information he'd been given so far and was ready to receive more. Get on with it, in other words.

So Max got on with it. "Before the local police managed to bring the man to their station, he escaped."

Earl's lip curled slightly.

"He went back to the house," Max said. "Fortunately, we'd, I'd, left by then. He ransacked the place."

"I've read that report," Earl said.

"I thought that was the end of it."

"But now," Earl suggested, "you think he's the one broke into your place in New York."

"I know it," Max said.

Earl's expression didn't change, but his skepticism was palpable. "Sir," he said, "you can't know it. You can suspect it, but-"

Max held up his right hand, palm toward himself, displaying the ring "He wants this ring. He wants it back He's going to come after me again, I know he is."

Earl looked at the hand. "You wear the ring, sir?"

"Absolutely! It's mine. I stole it fair and square, and I'm going to keep it. Don't you see my corporate symbol on it, right there?"

"A coincidence," Earl a.s.sured him.

"Of course it's a coincidence! A wonderful coincidence! That's why I'm going to keep this ring."

"There could be more than one coincidence in the world, sir," Earl pointed out. "The robbery in New York could have been done by anybody."

"It was him, I tell you," Max insisted, though he couldn't quite bring himself to acknowledge to Earl that the reason he knew with such a.s.surance was that the I Ching had told him, through the hexagram for the Marrying Maiden. He said, "I can feel him out there, I know he's there. That's why I've insisted on a complete blackout of my movements from now on."

"Which complicates all our jobs, sir," Earl said.

"It's temporary, and it's necessary. I have a plan, Earl."

Earl waited, a rough-hewn statue awaiting a pedestal.

Max said, "The only place I'm going that I haven't made a secret, the only place in this country, is Las Vegas, because that was set up and the news distributed some time ago. I'll be there a week from now, next Monday and Tuesday, and I'm sticking to it. So that's the only place he can try for me again. With your help, Earl, we'll set a little trap for this burglar."

"You'll be the bait, you mean."

"Use as many people as you need," Max told him. "Think of me as being under your command."

Earl's eyebrow flickered minimally.

Max said, "In this situation only, of course."

"Sir."

"He'll know I'm going to be in Las Vegas. He'll know when, and he'll know where. And it's the only time and place he'll be sure of knowing where I am. He won't be able to resist it."

"If he's pursuing you, sir," Earl said, as the phone on the conference table rang, "then you're undoubtedly right."

The phone rang again. Max said, "You take that, Earl. I'm not here."

"Sir."

Earl rose from his sofa, crossed to the conference table, picked up the phone, spoke into it: "Radburn."

Listened; spoke: "What time did you leave the message?"

Listened; spoke: "What time did you go there?"

Listened; spoke: "Did you mention your name in the message?"

Listened; spoke: "Mr. Fairbanks will make arrangements for a second package."

Listened; spoke: "Well, it's too late, then."

Listened; spoke: "Someone will call you."

Hung up; turned and spoke to Fairbanks: "Sir, you're right."

What now, Max thought. He said, "Something happened?"

"He was in the Watergate apartment," Earl said. "Your burglar. He got away."

"I knew it! That's why I didn't go there! What, did he steal the ashtrays?"

"A bit more than that, sir. There were some Pac contributions -"

"No! That was fifty thousand dollars!"

"Yes, sir. Your man Saunders phoned there this morning, not wanting to disturb you, but wanting to pick up the contributions, and left a message on the answering machine. When he arrived later, the package was gone and a note addressed to him by name and signed by you said your secretary had taken care of the contributions."

"Saunders wouldn't fall for a thing like that."

"Well, he did, sir," Earl said. "A short time ago, however, a woman from iMPAC phoned Saunders asking after the donation. He checked around to your secretary and some of the other recipients, discovered the truth, and called my office. They put him through to me here."

"That son of a b.i.t.c.h," Max said. "Fifty thousand dollars."

"One of the committees," Earl went on, "refused to accept Saunders's explanation and apology, insisting the delay was another expression of corporate arrogance and a power play. BACPAC, I believe he said it was. Saunders said they told him you can no longer count on their senator."

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