“Point taken. Eat the goose, Jeffrey, it’s getting cold.”
Allerdyce obeyed the instruction, and sat there chewing. Waits swallowed more wine and dabbed his chin with the napkin.
“I know a bit about Kosigin,” Waits said, his voice a quiet rumble seeming to emanate from his chest. “There’s been an investigation, not a big one, but all the same…”
Allerdyce didn’t ask what kind of investigation. “And?” he said instead.
“And nothing much, just a bad feeling about the whole operation. Or rather, about the way Kosigin’s headed. It’s like he’s building autonomy within the corporation. The only person he seems to answer to is himself. And the people he hires… well, let’s just say they’re not always as reputable as you, Jeffrey. This Kosigin seems to like to hang around with minor hoods and shady nobodies.”
“You think CWC is in trouble?”
“What?”
“You think something’s going to blow up.” It was a statement, not a question.
Waits smiled. “Jeffrey, CWC is one of the largest chemical companies in the world. And it’s American. Believe me, nothing‘s going to blow up.”
Allerdyce nodded his understanding. “Then the investiga-tion…?”
Waits leaned across the table. “How can the authorities protect American interests unless they know what problems might arise?” He sat back again.
Allerdyce was still nodding. Cal was telling him that the powers-the FBI, maybe the CIA-were keeping tabs on CWC in general and Kosigin in particular; not to root out illegalities, but to ensure those illegalities-whatever shortcuts Kosigin was taking, whatever black economy he was running-never, ever came to light. It was like having the whole system as your bodyguard! Jeffrey Allerdyce, normally so cool, so detached, so unflappable, so hard to impress… Jeffrey Allerdyce sat in Ma Petite Maison and actually whistled, something no diner there-not even his old friend Cal Waits-had ever seen him do. Something they might never see him do again.
He gathered his thoughts only slowly, picking at the goose. “But,” he said at last, “they wouldn’t protect him from every contingency, surely? I mean, if he became a threat to the standing of CWC in the world, then he wouldn’t-?”
“He’d probably lose their protection,” Waits conceded. “But how far would he have to go? That’s a question I can’t answer. I just know that I keep out of the guy’s way and let him get on with getting on.” Waits wiped his mouth again. “I did hear one rumor…”
“What?”
“That Kosigin has agency privileges.”
“You mean he’s special to them?” Allerdyce knew who Waits meant by “agency”: the CIA.
Cal Waits just shrugged. “What was he asking you to do anyway?”
“You know I can’t answer that, Cal. I wish I could tell you, but I’m bound by a vow of client confidentiality.”
Waits nodded. “Well, whatever it is, just do a good job, Jeffrey. That’s my advice.”
A waiter appeared at that moment. “Mr. Allerdyce? I’m sorry, sir, there’s a telephone call. A gentleman called Dulwater-he said you’d want to speak to him.”
Allerdyce excused himself.
The telephone was on the reception desk. A flunky held it out towards him, but Allerdyce just pointed to the receiver.
“Can you have that call transferred to the manager’s office?”
The flunky looked startled. He didn’t want to say no, but didn’t want to say yes either.
“Never mind,” Allerdyce snarled, snatching the telephone from a palm that was starting to sweat. “Dulwater?”
“Some bad news, sir.”
“Better not be.” Allerdyce looked around. “I’m in a public place; I’m sure cursing is frowned upon.”
“The UK operatives proved to be disadvantaged.”
“In plain English?”
“They weren’t up to it.”
“You assured me they were.”
“I was assured they were.”
Allerdyce sighed. “Should’ve sent our own men.”
“Yes, sir.”
Both of them were well aware that the decision had been Allerdyce’s; he’d wanted to save money on flights. So they’d used some firm in London instead.
“So what’s the damage?”
“They were confronted by the subject. They sustained a few injuries.”
“And the subject?”
“Apparently uninjured.”
Allerdyce raised one eyebrow at that. He wondered what sort of man this Reeve was. A grade-A tough bastard by the sound of it. “I take it they lost him?”
“Yes, sir. I doubt he’ll return home. Looks like he’s packed his wife and son off.”
“Well, it’s snafued, isn’t it, Dulwater?”
“We can try to pick up his trail.” Dulwater sounded unconvinced. He wasn’t sure why Allerdyce was so interested anyway. To his mind it was a wild goose chase.
“Let me think about it. Anything else?”
“Yes, sir. One of the men said Reeve asked him about his house being bugged, asked if our operative was responsible.”
“What?”
“Somebody bugged Reeve’s domicile.”
“I heard you the first time. Who?”
“Do you want an educated guess?”
“Let’s see if we agree.”
“Kosigin.”
“We agree,” said Allerdyce. He thought for a moment. “Makes sense. He’s a clever man, doesn’t like loose ends, we already know that. Now he’s got one, and it’s unraveling fast.”
Allerdyce was intrigued. If he kept close to Kosigin’s operation, he could well end up with information, with the very power he wanted over Kosigin. Then again, it might mean mixing it with some powerful agencies. Allerdyce didn’t know everybody’s secrets; there were some agencies he probably couldn’t fix… Stay close, or take Cal Waits’s advice and back off? Allerdyce had always been a careful man-cautious in his business, prudent in his personal life. He could see Cal sitting at the distant table pouring yet more wine. A warhorse, unafraid.
“Keep close to this, Dulwater.”
“Sir, with respect, I advise we-”
“Son, don’t presume to advise Jeffrey Allerdyce. You’re not far enough advanced on the board.”
“Board, sir?”
“Chessboard. You’re still one of my pawns, Dulwater. Moving forward, but still a pawn.”
“Yes, sir.” A hurt pause. “Pawns aren’t very flexible, are they, sir?”
“They just inch their way forward.”
“But if they inch far enough, sir, isn’t it right that they can turn into more important pieces?”
Allerdyce almost laughed. “You’ve got me zugzwanged, son. I’m going back to my lunch.” Allerdyce dropped the receiver. He was beginning not to detest Dulwater.
Back at the table, Cal Waits was in conversation with a leggy blonde who’d paused to say hello. She was standing in front of the booth, leaning down over the senator. It was a gesture hinting at intimacy, carried out solely so the other diners would notice. It wasn’t supposed to embarrass Waits; it was supposed to flatter her. She wore a blue two-piece, cut just about deep enough so Waits could see down the front.
She smiled at Allerdyce as he squeezed none too gently past her and resumed his seat. “Well, I’ll leave you to your meal, Cal. Bye now.”
“Bye, Jeanette.” He released a long sigh when she’d gone.
“Dessert, Cal?” Allerdyce asked.
“Just so long as it ain’t jelly on a plate,” Cal Waits said before draining his wine.
THIRTEEN
REEVE MADE THE CALL FROM THE FERRY TERMINAL. It was either early morning or else the middle of the night, depending on how you felt. He felt like death warmed up, except that he was shivering. He knew the time of day wouldn’t matter to the person he was calling. When he’d been a policeman, Tommy Halliday’s preferred shift had been nights. He wasn’t an insomniac, he just preferred being awake when everyone else was asleep. He said it gave him a buzz. But then he resigned, changed his mind, and found the force wouldn’t take him back-just like what had happened with Jim and his newspaper. Maybe the force had discovered Halliday’s drug habit; maybe news had leaked of his wild parties. Maybe it just had to do with staffing levels. Whatever, Halliday was out. And what had once been a recreation became his main source of income. Reeve didn’t know if Tommy Halliday still dealt in quantity, but he knew he dealt in quality. A lot of army-types-weekenders and would-be mercenaries-bought from him. They wanted performance enhancers and concoctions to keep them awake and alert. Then they needed downers for the bad time afterwards, times so bad they might need just a few more uppers…