“You want me to take care of it?” David’s features hardened.
“Please do. I’m thinking, though, if he knows, it’s because someone let something slip. What I need you to do is find out if there is a leak. And if there is, plug it… permanently.”
“I’ll do it. Anything else you need from me?”
Salvatore shook his head. As David left the room, he closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and groaned. “My head is killing me,” he said to no one in particular. Opening his eyes, he tapped the call button on his phone.
“Yes, sir?” Tam’s rich voice filled the room.
“I need you.”
“I’ll be right there, Mister Scano.” In ten second’s time, Tam Broderick, his personal assistant, was coming through the door carrying a glass of Wild Turkey with two ice cubes, just the way he liked it. “I could tell by the sound of your voice that you needed a little something for your headache. She smiled, her teeth pearly white against her rich, chocolate complexion. Her big, brown eyes radiated motherly concern as she moved behind his chair and began massaging his scalp with her strong fingers.
Kennedy had found her in training for the Washington D.C. police force, and persuaded her, with a little help from Salvatore’s bank account, to come to work at ScanoGen. She had a well-organized mind and a gift for details. She was also cute enough to be believable as a secretary, but that petite body packed a wallop. She’d done a bit of kickboxing and Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and could handle a gun as well as anyone in the organization outside of Kennedy. It was little wonder she had risen so rapidly up the company ranks. At times, he had been tempted to expand their working relationship, but pragmatism always won out in the end. Tam was too valuable an asset for him to risk affecting her job performance for the sake of a little entertainment.
“You are aware that I have a late lunch scheduled this afternoon with Reverend Felts.”
“Yes, Sir. Two o’clock at the Bastille. I have a private table reserved for the two of you, your car is ready. In fact, you leave in ten minutes. You’ll have the usual security, plus two of our people in plain clothes dining a few tables away.” Her fingers traced circles across his scalp, her thumbs pressing firmly in the indentation at the base of his skull. The dull pain seemed to flow into her hands, draining him of all tension.
“Very good.” He was referring to her thorough planning, but his words could have applied to the scalp massage as well. Was there anything this woman could not do? “I need you to take care of one more detail.” Her hands worked their way down his neck, her thumbs working deep into the muscles. “Reverend Felts will not be able to make it to our lunch meeting today. I don’t want my time to go to waste, so schedule someone of consequence to dine with me. I trust you can line up someone suitable on short notice.”
“I’ll see to it right away.” Tam gave his shoulders a firm squeeze before departing. “Don’t forget your drink,” she called back over her shoulder.
Salvatore smiled as he raised his glass in a silent, mocking toast to Reverend Felts’s health. He brought the amber liquid to his lips and closed his eyes as it warmed his insides. If only all of his problems could be solved so easily.
Chapter 8
Traffic was sparse on Kensington Gore as Dane, Bones, and Kaylin approached the red brick mansion that was the headquarters of the Royal Geographical Society. Dane could not tear his eyes away from the massive chimneys, the many gables, and the steep, multi-leveled roof.
“Freakin’ cool!” Bones took out his digital camera and snapped a few pictures. “Why don’t we have office buildings like this in America?”
“Lowther Lodge.” Kaylin sounded mesmerized. “It was a private mansion before the Society bought it in 1912. That section over there,” she indicated a nondescript wing of plain red brick adorned with a pair of statues set back in alcoves high in the wall, “was once the stables, but was converted to a lecture hall.”
“Who are the stone dudes?” Bones squinted and aimed his camera at the statues.
“Ernest Shackleton, Antarctic explorer,” Kaylin said, “and David Livingstone.”
“Doctor Livingstone, I presume?” Bones mimicked a British accent.
“Bones, I’ll give you five bucks if you can tell me anything about Livingston besides that quote.” Dane didn’t bother to reach for his wallet.
Dane’s phone vibrated and he was surprised to see Jade’s name on the screen. The last time they spoke had been four days ago and she expected to be away from any kind of service for a week or more. Feeling more than a little bit weird about talking to Jade with Kaylin standing right next to him, he walked off to the side as he answered.
“Jade! Didn’t expect to hear from you for a few more days. How are you?”
“Ugh. It was a disaster, Maddock. We got all the way out to the dig site only to find out Charles hadn’t filed all the proper paperwork. Two days hike in, another two out for nothing.”
“I’m sorry about that. You should treat yourself to a massage.” “Already on the docket. You know me too well. I wish you were here, you’re actually pretty good at back rubs, but you really suck at rubbing feet.”
“That’s because I don’t like to rub feet. If I was any good at it, you’d want me to do it all the time.” The banter felt good and he realized how much he missed her.
“So, what are you up to? Still down in South Carolina finding sunken Spanish gold?”
“Actually, Bones and I are in London.” He gave her a quick run-down of the mystery and what they knew.
“Oh, Maddock, you suck! I want in on this!” Her voice was a mock-wail. “You’re going to find a lost city while I’m sitting here waiting for Charles to get his pen out of his orifice and get us some permits.”
Dane laughed. “It probably won’t come to that. We just want to find my friend’s missing boyfriend and come home.”
“Oh, so it’s a female friend you’re helping out?” she teased. “Who is she? She’d better not be prettier than me.”
“Um,” Dane felt like he was a kid again, about to confess to his mother that he’d broken a prized family heirloom. “Kaylin Maxwell.” Her silence was so complete that he thought, hoped actually, that he’d dropped the call. “Jade, you still there?”
“Yes. I’m just waiting for you to say ‘psyche’ or for Bones to get on the phone and tell me I just got punked.”
“Jade, there’s nothing going on. It’s her boyfriend.”
“Even so, it’s inappropriate, Maddock. You know that. She’s your ex-girlfriend.”
“She doesn’t have anyone else, Jade.”
“Fine. I just don’t get why you always have to be the knight in shining armor, always rescuing people. Can’t you just be a little selfish every once in a while?”
“You didn’t mind so much when I rescued you.”
Jade gave an exasperated sigh. “I know, and you’re right. It’s one of those things I hate and love about you. I just… Look, I gotta go. I’ll text you when I know when we’re heading back out into the field.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“You too.” She ended the call without a goodbye.
Dane closed his phone with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Jade was so confusing. Was she mad at him or not? Did he really care?
“Yo, Maddock! If you’re done with girl talk, how about we go inside?” Tucking his camera into his pocket, Bones sauntered past the black wrought iron gates framed by tall brick columns, and up to the front door. To the right of the arched doorway, a black, marble bust of a man of late middle years sat on a white stone pedestal.