He glanced at the time on his watch, reaching into the sock and removing a black velvet pouch. Nelson opened the drawstring and took out the diamond. He held it between his thumb and index finger, grinning, lifting it up, toward the small beam of sunlight from the curtain. The diamond captured and altered the sunlight, beaming pockets of light around the room. “You are the rock of fuckin’ ages, baby.” He set the diamond on the nightstand table, lifting the fifth of vodka and drinking straight from the bottle.
Nelson’s face popped sweat, cheeks flushed. He punched numbers on his phone. The man’s voice said, “Good to hear from you, Cory.”
“Listen to me! Time’s up! They know I took out Jack Jordan.”
“Who are they, police?”
“Maybe. Guy’s name is Sean O’Brien. He’s some kinda ex-cop. Could be a PI. I don’t give a shit what he is or isn’t. He knows I shot Jack. He’s saying the proof is on ultra-slow motion film from the damn movie set. It shows the Minié ball coming out of my barrel, and it shows me aiming at Jack.”
“Maybe he’s calling your bluff.”
“This guy isn’t the type to bluff. He’s smart. Listen, we have a deal. I risked everything to take out Jack and lift the diamond while you sat on your ass lining up a buyer. You pay the two million we agreed on or I’m walking. No, I’m flying out of the fuckin’ country. You told me ten days ago you’d have the money. Either you bring it now or I find my own buyer.”
“That will be a most unfortunate mistake for you.”
“I don’t think so. I told you Silas Jackson saw me lift the diamond from Jack’s van. Jackson want’s a cut.”
“Will hush money keep Jackson quiet for now? Greed, like amoebic dysentery, breeds and infects the gut.”
“I guess you’ll have to take that chance. Jackson is my insurance policy. He stays silent and gets paid his blackmail money. If I disappear, he lets police know you’re the mastermind behind this, and you’re carrying the diamond.”
“If you gave him my name, that is the dumbest mistake you’ll ever make. But right now you have the Koh-i-Noor. Remember, Nelson, it carries a centuries-old curse. Any man who possesses it too long dies a painful death. I’d suggest you turn it over to me now.”
“Curse? You wanna hear a curse? Fuck you! Come with the cash. I’m out of time. O’Brien made me. You grasping that? I have to vanish.”
“And so you will. Just calm down. Even if there is video of a bullet coming out of your muzzle, police will have to prove premeditated intent to kill — that you loaded the gun. Why? Because you were on a movie set with a number of people having access to props like the muskets the men use.”
“Time’s up! I can’t even go home to pack my bags. I’m stuck hiding in fuckin’ Super — a super mess — a motel — and I can’t even go pack a damn bag. Show me the money—”
“Show some respect for this process. You just don’t pawn overnight what is now the most famous diamond in the world. I told you I have two buyers — both big players. Both very private in their negotiations. The auction is about over. You will be paid soon.”
Nelson said nothing for a few seconds. The man on the line could hear the sound of a low-flying jet arriving or taking off. Nelson said, “I’ll see you tonight. “I get paid now or I’m flying to India to hock it. From what I hear, they’d love to get this rock back, and they’ll pay through the teeth to get it. Meet me at the Hilton on Airline Road after dark. I’ll be in the bar, back table. Be there at nine o’clock or I’m flying and the rock’s coming with me.” Nelson disconnected. He set the phone on the kitchen table, held his hand out, fingers spread, trembling.
SIXTY-THREE
Nick sauntered down L dock, head pounding from pain, dark glasses on, trying to get to St. Michael without answering questions from marina neighbors. A brown-skin boat owner wearing swim trunks and a white bandana stood up from sanding the deck of a 47-foot Vagabond ketch. He squinted in the sun as Nick came down the dock, turned off the sander and yelled, “Hey, man. I heard they rushed you to the ER. You okay, Nick? Was it your heart, dude?”
“Bad case of food poisoning.”
“That sucks. Maybe you got ahold of some nasty fish. I heard you’ve eaten urchins underwater right out their spiny shells when you’re diving out there. How the hell you do that without getting a mouthful of seawater down your throat?”
“Same way a porpoise does it — the old Greek, open your gills a little wider.” Nick grinned and kept walking, not making eye contact with anyone else.
Max barked once as Nick came closer, her tail wiggling. “Hot dog, where you been when that witch nearly poisoned me? I need a guard dog like you to bite her ankles.”
Dave and O’Brien stepped from Jupiter’s salon onto the cockpit. Dave asked, “How you feeling?”
“Like I got the hangover from hell. I need to get some protein back in my blood.” He held up the grocery bag. “Bought a big damn steak. I’m thinkin’ about eatin’ it raw.”
O’Brien smiled. “That might put you back in sickbay.
“Kim said you caught that crazy woman, Sarvarna? Cops got her now?”
Dave nodded. “And her name’s not Sarvarna. Come down here. We’ll sit in the shade, and I’ll tell you more about the woman who gave you the headache from hell.”
As Dave explained who the woman was, where she was from, and why she was in the U.S., Nick swallowed three extra-strength aspirins with orange juice. He sat on the couch in Jupiter and propped his feet up on a shellacked cypress tree table, which had come with the boat when O’Brien bought it in a DEA drug-boat auction in Miami.
Dave finished by saying, “She said her employer will pick up the tab for your treatment in the ER.”
“That’s damn generous of her and her fuckin’ employer. Do I look like a spy? Hell no. James Bond couldn’t have seen that coming. Whatever it was that bitch put in my ouzo was a wide awake sexual nightmare. It was like I was asleep and awake at the very same second. My mind sort of left my body. I couldn’t feel a damn thing. She stroked my Johnson, hiked her dress above her waist, and wanted to ride the bull. I wanted to take her there. But man-o-man, I just lay there like a scarecrow with no stuffin’ in his pants. Even after eatin’ two dozen oysters earlier in the bar with her, my man was a limber timber. Not a damn pulse outta my boy. He couldn’t wink with his one eye if he wanted to. I never experienced anything like it. Her hot breath in my ear, straddling and slow rockin’ on me…it’s like I was goin’ into body hypnosis. I didn’t want to tell her where the keys to the boats were, but she had this strange drug-induced power over me. Like I had no will power left in my mind. My voice was the only thing that worked, and it didn’t sound like it was coming outta me. Did she use the key to get in your boat, Sean?”
“Yes. Dave saw her enter. He packed his Springfield and followed her. Caught her going through drawers in the master.”
“What the hell was the woman lookin’ for, the diamond? She think you hid it in your sock drawer?”
“Apparently.”
Dave said, “Nick, don’t beat yourself up over the incident.”
“Incident? Dave, this was a life-altering train wreck.”
“You had no idea you were being set up by an agent working for the Indian counterintelligence branch called IB. Her sole purpose for being here is to try to locate and secure the diamond. If it is the Koh-i-Noor, its return to India will be a major coup, an unprecedented achievement for that nation. If the diamond was, and this is a big if — if it was illegally taken out of India by the British East India Company, its return would be celebrated by one-point-three billion people in India, and Indians living all over the world. It’d be as if India won the World Cup — a big celebration.”