âYouâre not going to get your hands dirty.â
Goldsworthy held out his hands to show how clean they were. âI canât afford to, Tasso, you know that. My company gets caught bugging someoneâs office and Iâm out of business that day.â
âIf you can get us the gear, weâll figure something out.â
Goldsworthy left soon after. Tasso looked at me. âHow do you feel about planting a bug?â
I laughed. âGoldsworthy wonât touch it, but itâs okay for us, with only a few billion dollars at stake.â
âItâs because we have a few billion at stake that we need to take the risk. And you know me. Iâm a gambler. Iâm betting you wonât get caught. Besides, thereâs nothing official tying you to me, not yet. I can hang you out to dry.â
âYou would too, you bastard.â
âBut you donât have to do it if you donât want to. Just say so. There are other people I can use. Itâs just that I trust you more than anyone else.â
We chatted for a while about how it might be done and I said I had an idea.
âIt might cost you, though,â I said. âGot any spare cash lying around?â
Tasso opened a cupboard fixed to the wall to reveal an electronic safe. He tapped in a few numbers and opened it. He took out an A4-sized envelope and threw it on the coffee table.
âTake what you need.â I looked inside the envelope. It contained several bundles of hundred-dollar notes. âEach of those bundles holds fifty notes.â
âI wonât be able to account for this,â I said.
âYou donât need to; itâs my personal money. I donât need to know what you do with it, either. Just get the job done.â
I took two of the bundles, put them in an envelope, and put the envelope in the front pocket of my jeans. Then I made a phone call.
Goldsworthy returned in the afternoon with a large black duffel bag full of gear. He shut the door of my office, pulled out another jammer and turned it on, and dumped the contents of the bag on the floor. He explained each itemâhow it worked and how to set it up. After he left I put everything back in the duffel bag and took it with me when I left for the night.
Shovel had lost hair since Iâd last seen him, when heâd helped me burgle a place. But what hair he had was still blond and curly, and he still had a barely discernible beard and a gold earring in his left ear. We met in the same beer garden at the Edinburgh Hotel. It was one of those long amber evenings when the lucid light of a low sun and the lusty buzz of alcohol combine to give the world momentary clarity and meaning. Groups of friends or work colleagues seated at tables, drinking their drinks, laughing and talking, in love with the light and maybe, while the light lasted, with each other.
âYou in fucken trouble again?â said Shovel, after we found a table and perched ourselves on high stools. He was wearing reflective sunglasses that I supposed were a tool of the trade.
âNo, but I have a business proposition for you. Assuming youâre still in the same industry.â
âYeah, Iâm still in the same fucken industry, if you want to call it that. Just as well, mate. Most of the blokes I know are getting laid off or only working part-time these days. Either that or theyâre working up in the fucken mines. Iâm about the only bloke I know whoâs still in full-time employment. Fucken globalisation, thatâs the problem.â
âSure.â
âWeâre all getting swept away on the big fucken global tide, mate.â He swept his arms in an enactment of the global tide.
âYou think?â
âYeah, I think. Look at Holdens. Gone to fucken Thailand or somewhere, and three thousand blokes looking for work.â He was talking about a car manufacturer that had recently announced it was closing its factory in the
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