“This is incredible; I don’t believe a word of it.”
“I’d say ask Hickock, but I don’t think he’d appreciate it. Window Seat is an offshore corporation, and the profits go straight into Cayman Island accounts, all tax-free. Hickock spends it in Europe; he never brings a dime into the U.S., unless it’s in cash.”
“He does spend a lot of time in Europe,” Amanda admitted. “So does Glynnis.”
“It’s profitable for them to do so.”
“They spend a lot of time at a friend’s château in France.”
“Owned by Window Seat, or an offshoot.”
“What you’re talking about would be a major scandal, if it were known,” Amanda said. “Why haven’t you printed this? After all, scandal is your business.”
“I told you, we’re in bed with Hickock. So are you.”
“Well, I don’t really care about any of this; it’s nothing to do with me.”
“It will be if it ever gets out, and I think that’s what this DIRT business is about.”
“What if it does get out?”
“There would be a major federal investigation, and the IRS would be all over Hickock. Can you imagine what that sort of investigation – not to mention a trial – would do to Hickock’s other interests? The stock in his various companies? He’d be ruined, and he’d take a lot of people down with him. Like you and me.”
Amanda was horrified.
“You’ve just done a new deal with him, haven’t you?”
Amanda said nothing; she stared into the middle distance and thought about what a Hickock collapse could do to her.
“I think you can see why it’s in our mutual interests to cooperate with each other,” Peebles said. “The first crack in the dike has already appeared.”
“Crack?”
“Glynnis Hickock’s divorce action.”
“You think Glynnis knows about this?”
“Do you think Hickock could be involved with her half-brother in something as complex as this and Glynnis not know about it?”
“Surely she wouldn’t jeopardize Dick’s fortune by some intemperate action,” Amanda said. “That wouldn’t be in her own best interests.”
“A woman scorned doesn’t always act in her own best interests,” Peebles said. “Anyway, Glynnis is a wealthy woman in her own right. If Hickock sank it wouldn’t cause more than a ripple in her lifestyle. And if she’s mad enough, she could sink him very deep. The odds would heavily favor a prison term, and she could plausibly deny all knowledge.”
Amanda stared at a squirrel outside the car, her mind racing.
“I think you can see why this DIRT thing has to be stopped,” Peebles said.
Amanda snapped back to attention. “Yes,” she said. “But so far, I don’t have a clue who’s involved. Stone Barrington is still investigating, but he’s been in the hospital.”
“Hospital?”
“Someone… this goes no further.”
“Of course not.”
“Someone broke into his house, and when he investigated, he got hit over the head.”
“I must say, I’m not surprised.”
“What do you know that I don’t know?” Amanda asked.
“You must understand, I’m in a very difficult position. The… allegations about me in the scandal sheet are very, very dangerous to my interests. I’m already persona non grata in London, with my wife and my father-in-law, and if the old man were sufficiently riled, he could, quite literally, destroy me. I’d never hold a job again, anywhere in the world.”
“Why is your position any worse than anybody else’s in this wretched business?” Amanda asked.
“Because I suspect – although I can’t prove it – that one of the people, perhaps the only person, behind DIRT may be someone I was once… involved with.”
“A lover?”
“That’s too strong a term, I think. No, there was never any love in it.”
“Who is this person?”
“His name is Geoffrey.”
“Geoffrey what?”
“When I knew him – this was nearly a year ago – he called himself Power, but I doubt that’s his name. I went through his wallet once, and I found three driver’s licenses, in different names.”
Amanda was alert now. “What were the other two names?”
“I don’t remember. I didn’t have any reason to, at the time; I figured they were aliases, too.”
“Geoffrey Power. Is Geoffrey his real first name?”
“I can’t swear to it, but I think so. I remember that the initial ‘G’ appeared in the names on all three licenses.”
“What does he have against Dick Hickock?”
“I don’t know, but I know what he has against me.”
“What?”
“After we stopped… seeing each other, I was very angry with him, and I did something that someone in my position should never do – I used the Infiltrator to get back at him.”
“How?”
“He was trying to make a career as an actor in L.A., and I assigned a reporter to call a couple of dozen casting directors and studios, and let drop that the Infiltrator was investigating him. Of course, no one would have anything to do with him after that. He left town and, I think, came to New York.”
“What does he look like?”
“Early to mid-thirties, tall, slender, but well-built, light brown hair, highlighted at the ends. He’s quite beautiful, actually.” Peebles sounded regretful.
Amanda had produced a notebook and was writing furiously. “Have you had him investigated? Really, I mean?”
“No; I’m afraid to. I’m afraid of what he’ll do.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has a somewhat unsavory background. He hinted at working for some government agency at one time, something secret. That may have been bragging, of course, but I don’t really doubt it. He seems to have all sorts of, well, skills that ordinary people never come by. And he has a violent streak.” Peebles blinked rapidly. “I’m terribly afraid of violence. Also, I can’t be seen by anyone to have had an interest in him. I’ve compromised myself too much already; my whole world is hanging by a slender thread.”
“I understand your position,” Amanda said. “Why did you come to me?”
“You already have an investigation under way that is not seen as being connected with me. Stone Barrington has a reputation as very bright and discreet; if he can track this thing down and put it out of business – quietly – then we’re all safe: Hickock, you, and me.”
“I see,” Amanda said.
“Tell your investigator as much of what I’ve told you as you feel is necessary, but for God’s sake, keep my name out of it, if you possibly can. I don’t know any more than I’ve told you, so there’s no point in my speaking directly to Barrington. Will you do that?”
“I’ll have to think about this,” Amanda said. “About the best way to approach it. Of course, I’ll keep your name out of it… if I can.”
Peebles’s face fell; he obviously knew that his fate was in her hands. “I would be very, very grateful,” he said.
Amanda lowered her window and waved at Paul. In a moment they were rolling back toward the East Side.
“Where can I drop you?” Amanda asked.
“Anywhere,” Peebles said disconsolately. “It really doesn’t matter.”
Chapter 35
On the morning following his return from the hospital, Stone felt well for the first time since his encounter with the intruder. He was sitting at his desk, trying to make some sense of the work that had accumulated, when his secretary buzzed.
“Yes, Alma?”
“Bob Cantor is here to see you,” she said.
“Send him in.”
Cantor was, uncharacteristically, wearing a business suit. “How you doing, Stone? Recovered?”
“Much better, thanks.”
“This guy is some piece of work, huh?”
“Apparently so. Have you got something for me on the maid and the driver?”