supposed to ask why it should be split five ways,â Stallings said, âand youâll come back with some compelling reason thatâll make me agree.â
âThe reasonâs simple,â she said. âItâll be far easier for you to pull it off with me than without me. In fact, without me itâll be damned near impossible.â
âNot much on preliminary bullshit, are you?â Stallings said with a twitch of a smile.
âItâs a waste of time,â she said, continuing to study him. âWell?â
âOkay,â Stallings said with a shrug. âFive waysâa million each.â
Otherguy Overby let out the breath he had been holding and nodded comfortably. âMakes more sense all the way around,â he said.
CHAPTER 12
For the second time in his life Booth Stallings flew first-class. The first time had been nearly five years before when a Swedish small-arms manufacturer had flown him to a sales conference in London to deliver an ill-received paper Stallings perversely had entitled: âTerrorism: the Exciting Hot New Industry.â
Otherguy Overby had insisted on first-class to Manila as a matter of front and, by chance, Stallings had two seats to himself. Across the aisle were Overby and Georgia Blue who scarcely spoke to each other. After the 747 was thirty minutes out of Los Angeles, and after an overly solicitous flight attendant had pressed a second martini on him, Stallings rose, tapped Overby on the shoulder and said, âMy turn.â
Georgia Blue watched as Stallings slipped into the vacated seat with his drink and said, âTell me about the money.â
âThe five million,â she said.
Stallings nodded.
âItâs real,â she said.
âWhere is it?â
âItâll be in the Hong Kong and Shanghai Bankâtheir new headquarters on Des Voeux Road.â
âThatâs where itâll be. Not where it is.â
âRight now itâs where it can be wire-transferred without bothering Washington.â
âNot in the States then, right?â
She smiled.
âWhenâll Harry wire it?â
âWhen I tell him to.â
âBy code?â
Again, she smiled.
âLike to share the codeâsince weâre partners and all?â
âNot just yet.â
âWhose money is it?â
âWho cares? Which means I donât know.â
âHarry gave me some crap about it coming from a business consortium.â
âCrapâs a fairly apt description.â
âThink itâs Langley money?â
She shook her head.
âWhy not?â
âThey wouldnât go through Harry. Theyâve got their own proprietary false fronts.â
âLike to hear what I think?â Stallings said after ten seconds of silence.
âOf course.â
âI think the moneyâs coming from someone who wonât send after it when it disappears.â
âHarryâll send after it,â she said. âAnd if we work it just right, heâll send me.â
Stallings grinned. âNow thereâs a pretty notion.â
âYes, isnât it though,â she said.
Stallings leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes and said, âNow tell me about you and Otherguy.â
Georgia Blue thought before replying, âHe was a bad accident that happened in Guadalajara when I was twenty and he was thirty-one,
or so he claimed, except you never can tell about Otherguy because he lies so much.â
âBut heâs good at what he does,â Stallings said, opening his eyes.
She shrugged. âHeâs in the top forty anyhow.â
Despite Stallingsâ encouraging nod, Georgia Blue volunteered nothing else. After fifteen seconds went by, he said, âSo what did Treasury have you doing?â
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