He stopped at a series of photographs showing Codada supervising a construction site. His mouth dropped open. Clarinette's temple was somewhere in the background of almost every shot.
He looked in the master bedroom. Codada and Eloise Krolak slept in a four-poster bed with a huge TV at the foot of it.
A small framed painting of a boy in a blue uniform with red trousers playing a flute hung on one wall. Max instantly recognized it as the same painting that had been hanging on the wall of the Manhattan club he'd first met Allain Carver in, right near where they'd been sitting. He'd seen it elsewhere tooCodada's office in the bank.
He took the painting down and turned it over. There was a label on the back:
"Le Fifre, Edouard Manet."
Max heard voices in the corridor. Two of Vincent's men were coming out of a room at the end.
He walked down to it. It was a large study, furnished with a desk and computer nearest the door, a library of bound books at the far end, and, in between, a dark green leather armchair and another big television set. A woman was there, working at the computer.
The drawers had all been opened, their contents piled on top of the desk: five bricks of used $100 bills, stacks of photographs, half a dozen CDseach a different colorand two trays of floppy discs labeled 1961 through 1995.
Max went over to the bookcase, pausing at another portrait of Papa Doc, this one very different from the ones he'd already seen in the house. Here the dictator, dressed like Baron Samedi, in a top hat, tails, and white gloves, sat at the head of a long table in a blood-red room, staring straight at the viewer. Others sat around him, but their faces weren't shown. They were shadowy, ambiguously human forms, rendered in a shade of brown so somber it was practically black. In the middle of the table was a white bundle of some sort. He looked closer at the canvas and recognized a baby.
He looked away and moved over to the bookshelves. The books were arranged in blocks of colorblue, green, red, maroon, brown, and blackand had their titles stamped on the spines in gold letters. He homed in on a title: Georgina A. The book next to it was called Georgina B, the one after, Georgina C. He pulled it out and opened it.
No pages. The "book" was really a video case in disguise, like the kind of hollowed-out Bible he'd known junkies to stash their works and supplies in. Max took out the plain black cassette. A photograph of a scared-looking preteen girl was underneath. He opened cases A and B and found a different photograph in each. In the first, she was smiling at the camera, in the second, she looked confused.
He went through the rest of the shelves. Tapes everywhere, all of them stored in cases branded with girls' names. There were no boys anywhere, no Charlie or Charles AC.
But he found Claudette T.
And he found Eloise.
"What've you got?" the woman asked from behind the desk. New York accent.
"Videotapes. What about you? What's on the computer?"
"Sales recordseverything up to 1985 has been scanned from ledgers. And there's a database on the machine. This couple has been selling kids to men," she said.
"I'll come and look in a minute," Max said, going back to the television. He turned it on and fed Eloise A into the video player.
It was impossible to put a date on the footage, but there were only hints of the adult Eloise in the child whose face filled the screen for at least two solid minutes. She couldn't have been more than five or six then.
Max stopped the tape when the abuse started.
The woman at the desk had stopped working. Her expression, teetering between disgust and despair, told him she'd seen what he had.
"Let's see what you're working on?" Max asked, quickly going over to her.
She showed him her screenan image of a blank sheet of paper divided into six vertical columns, headed Nom, Age, Prix, Client, Date de Vente, and Addresse. It was from August 1977, and showed which child had been sold to which client and where they'd been taken to.
He quickly scanned this last column: of the thirteen children listed, four had gone either to the U.S. or Canada, two had been taken to Venezuela, one apiece to France, Germany, and Switzerland, three to Japan, one to Australia. The buyers were identified by their full names.
They looked at the database.
It was quite a history.
The database was divided into years, and then subdivided into countries.
Apart from their names, addresses, dates of birth, occupations, and places of employment, there was also a record of the buyers' (called "clients" on the database) salaries, sexual orientation, marital status, number of children, and the names and addresses of their contacts in business, politics, media, entertainment, and other areas.
The first recorded transaction was dated November 24, 1959, when Patterson Brewster III, managing director of The Dale-Green Pickle and Preservatives Company "adopted" a Haitian boy called Gesner César.
The adoption cost $575.
The most recent adoption recorded was that of Ismaëlle Cloué by Gregson Pepper, a banker from Santa Monica, California.
The cost was $37,500 (S). (S) signified standard serviceno frills, no benefits, no shortcuts, no special favors; the buyer chose his "item" (as the children were referred to in the database section listing their details), paid, and left with him or her. The price remained constant and there was no competition for the item.
If one or more other buyers were interested in the same child, then the sale went to auction (A), with the price starting at its current standard rate.
The highest paid for a child at an auction was $500,000 for a six-year-old girl, by the Canadian chief executive of an oil company based in Dubai. That was in March 1992.
Other service categories were: (B), which stood for Bon Ami (good friend), or a buyer who could reserve a child of his choice from the menu, without facing competition. The cost was higherbetween $75,000 and $100,000depending on the child's popularity and the buyer's "additional value" (found in a separate box on the database, below the contacts section: this signified a buyer's clouthis links with governments; someone of high value was charged at the lower end of the scale).
(M), Meilleur Ami (best friend), or a buyer who ordered ŕ la carte. He got almost anything he wanted, brought to him from anywhere. For that privilege he could pay anything between $250,000 to $1,000,000.
Many buyers were graded (R)recurrent purchaserswith numbers indicating the amount of times they had used the service. Most were R3 or R4, but several hit double figures, the highest being an R19.
There were 2,479 buyer names on the database. Of those, 317 came from North America. They included bankers, diplomats, stockbrokers, senior cops, senior clergy, senior military personnel, doctors, lawyers, high-level businessmen, actors, rock stars, movie producers and directors, a media magnate, and one former talk-show host. Max recognized only a handful of the names, but most of the organizations, establishments, and companies they were attached to were household names.