“Is acceptable when you think what will happen to your life if you don’t do what I order.” Liu could detect defiance in Silvera-Arias’s silence so he added, “And you must also consider the lives of your family.”
The director drew a breath then blew it out loudly. “Sí, señor. It will be done. I will telephone you when I have completed the revisions again and tell you exactly when Gemini will enter the canal and the approximate time it will reach the cut.”
“I knew you’d see it my way.” Liu hung up the phone.
Out of habit Liu reached into his desk for a bottle of liquid antacid. He had the cap off and the bottle an inch from his lips when he realized that his stomach didn’t hurt. He swallowed, steeling himself for the inevitable eruption of acid. None came. He pushed at his abdomen, expecting to hear it churn audibly. It was quiet.
The years of business stress that had so damaged his stomach was nothing compared to the pressure he now faced and yet he was pain-free for the first time in a decade. Somehow, knowing that his own life was on the line had eased the constant agony of his ulcers.
He took a deep gulp of air.
Nothing. No searing acid from his ruined stomach, no raw scraping in his weakened esophagus. He laughed. Two surgeries, countless bottles of chalky medicine and all it took to cure me is ordering others to their deaths and placing my own life in danger. God, had I known that I would have done this years ago.
Liu practically ran from his office, liberated.
The Radisson Royal Hotel Panama City, Panama
Harry was on the couch teaching Miguel how to play poker when Mercer entered the suite. Roddy stood over the desk, talking on the phone, and two Legion soldiers sat with their backs against a wall as they cleaned weapons. Another Legionnaire was just visible in the bedroom where he covered the front door with an automatic pistol. He lowered it when he recognized Mercer.
The remaining French soldiers occupied a room next to the one the Herrara family was using. Foch had gotten off the elevator on that lower floor with Maria Barber, promising that he would only lock her in the bathroom until Rene returned from the embassy and he and Mercer were ready to talk to her.
“Mercer!” Miguel shrieked and raced into his arms, his smile dazzling. “Mr. Harry is cheating.”
“I’m sure he is.” Mercer set the slender boy back on his feet. “He cheats me all the time.”
“Damn kids these days,” Harry growled. “They expect to learn poker from a master and think they won’t lose a little money.”
Mercer whispered in Miguel’s ear and the boy ran back to the sofa. He reached under Harry’s cushion and extracted a fistful of cards. “You were right!” he cried. He plucked several dollar bills from the pile of money in front of Harry. “There,” he pronounced with the gravity of King Solomon. “Now we are even.”
Harry nodded, satisfied with the price his trickery cost him. “Seems fair since I lifted that money from Mercer’s wallet this morning.”
Mercer became aware that the shower was running in the bathroom. He shot a look at his friend.
“I almost had a heart attack when she called from the front desk to get the room number,” Harry remarked. “You could have warned me she was back from the dead.”
Mercer smiled. He’d called Roddy from the cab to tell him about Maria and Lauren, and what she’d said about the Gemini. He made Roddy promise not to mention her miraculous escape to Harry. “Consider it payback for the stunt you pulled in the hospital.”
Harry laughed at him. “Don’t think for a second that resurrecting a dead woman comes close to matching that practical joke.”
“You got some warped priorities, buddy.”
The shower snapped off, and suddenly the suite seemed very quiet. Mercer could feel time passing, but could do nothing to fill it. He had to wait until she emerged. Roddy hung up the phone and shook Mercer’s hand.
“Where’s Maria?”
“Downstairs with Foch. We’ll interrogate her when Bruneseau gets back from his embassy.”
“I was just talking with another canal pilot. He’s one of the last Americans still working.”
“And?”
“He’s heard a rumor that they’re shuffling tomorrow’s transit schedule. Nothing final yet.”
“Only a rumor? Isn’t he at his office?”
“His position with the Canal Authority is pretty uncertain right now. Since Felix Silvera-Arias was appointed director, almost all the older pilots have been fired, and those that remain have had their hours severely cut. They aren’t given much information anymore. My friend hasn’t worked in a week and doesn’t expect to be called into the office for another few days. I asked if he’d go to the administration building to get the revised list. He refused.”
“We’ve got to get that list,” Mercer pressed. “Did you tell him what’s at stake?”
“Yes, but he won’t do it,” Roddy said bitterly. “Since yesterday all off-duty employees have been barred from going to work. He’s heard guards have been posted and isn’t willing to risk going back.”
There was no need for Mercer to ask Roddy to get the manifest. The Panamanian almost looked eager to do it. “You’ll be careful?” Mercer asked.
“I’m friends with a lot of the staff there. I’ll be fine. As soon as I have the revised schedule, I’ll fax it over.” There was a fax machine attached to the suite’s telephone as a convenience to the hotel’s business clientele. “If I can’t get the new one, an old manifest will do. It’ll have information about the Gemini and give us an idea what to look for.”
“Good thinking.”
“Mercer, is that you?” Lauren’s voice was muffled by the closed bathroom door. It swung open in an excited rush.
Even with her breasts straining the front of the towel and the fact that the thick terry cloth ended just inches below her buttocks, the first thing Mercer noticed was the livid bruise around her right eye. The eye hadn’t swollen shut despite the puffiness, yet the dark purple and blue welt looked painful. Mercer crossed the room in four long strides, his face split by a soft smile.
Lauren was grinning.
He took both her hands in one of his and used the other to turn her head slightly. Feather soft, Mercer touched his lips to the bruise. The moment was so emotionally charged and so tender that neither trusted their voices for several long moments.
Lauren laughed softly, finally breaking the lengthening silence, and touched the wound as if it were a badge of honor. “If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy.”
“I knew you’d say that.” He enfolded her in his arms and she melted into him. He could feel the damp heat from the towel and her skin soaking into him. He wanted the sensation to last forever.
“Get a room, you two,” Harry groused. “There are minors in this one.” He ruffled a goggle-eyed Miguel’s hair.
Lauren reluctantly stepped from Mercer’s embrace. “Harry, you hugged me even harder when you saw me.”
“Yeah, but you were wearing a uniform that smelled like a wet dog.”
Mercer looked over his shoulder at his friend, his eyes mocking. “Jealous?”
“Damned right. I’m old, not dead.”
“Mercer,” Roddy interrupted. “I’ve got to go.”
Roddy had been working the phones since before Lauren arrived at the hotel so she knew where he was headed. She asked, “No one’s willing to get the manifest for us?”
“It’s up to me,” Roddy replied. “I should have something in an hour or so.”
“Watch yourself,” she cautioned. “Getting the schedule isn’t worth your life. If it looks like you’re going to have a problem, just get yourself out of there. We’ll figure out something else.”