“Carolyn was here, sure.” LeBrock fell back into one of the armchairs and gestured for me to take the other. “She was offering a little consolation. As a friend.”
“What do you need consolation for?” I stayed on my feet. “After the auction? You won huge. You proved everyone wrong, including me. And now you’re going to need another place this size, just to hold all the cash you must have made.”
“I did win. That’s true. But at what cost?”
“Are you feeling guilty about something, Roger?”
“Don’t play with me. You know I didn’t win fair.”
“You had a tip.”
“I had the mother of all tips. That’s why we needed those memory sticks back. Oh, Marc, if only you’d given them to Carolyn …”
“Was it the email record you wanted back? Or the virus, too?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Doesn’t matter. But what about the tip? It came from someone very high up. No offense, Roger, but you don’t have that kind of juice.”
“None taken. And you’re right. I don’t.” He rubbed his eyes.
“So who does?”
“Look, AmeriTel was in deep trouble. You know that, Marc. You saw the numbers. What you didn’t see was how desperate I was. And how stupid. I started putting feelers out. Looking for ways to bring in short-term cash, under the table, to keep us afloat. Then, when I was struggling with the repayments, the guys I borrowed from came up with an amazing offer. A way I could get off the hook without paying them anything. Save the company. And pocket tens of millions at the same time.”
“Sounds too good to be true.”
“It was. But by then, I had no choice.”
“What did you have to do?”
“Essentially, nothing. Just keep going as if business was usual. Wait for the tip to come through. And revise our auction bid accordingly.”
If the guys LeBrock had hooked up with understood finance, my guess was they’d have spent the last couple of years buying shares in other telecom companies. The ones that were supposed to win. Then they’d have sold those shares high. Bought AmeriTel’s low, because it was struggling. And when the auction results came out, they’d have hit the mother of all jackpots.
“How many shareholders got burned, Roger? In other companies? How many people lost their jobs?”
He shrugged.
“And you handed someone a dynamite piece of blackmail material.”
“I handed them more than that, Marc. They own the company now.”
“Couldn’t you have gotten out before the auction?”
“I tried to get out. But the price was too steep.”
“How much did they want?”
“It wasn’t how much. It was what. I told them I wanted to part ways. Then their top guy came to see me. He’s relatively normal-looking. He seems civilized. I think I know how to deal with him. Until he takes out a little leather folder, like they put menus in at restaurants. He tells me to open it. And inside, it looked a bit like a menu, too. There were two lists. The first was punishments. Killed in car accident. Right arm amputated. Left knee blown out. Run down by bus. Things like that. The second list was names. Mostly AmeriTel employees, but my sister, too. And my mother. He told me if I ever suggested backing out of our deal again, he’d come back and make me pick one from each list. One name. One punishment. Who got what would be on me.”
“Just scare tactics, surely. What if you refused to pick? How could they make you?”
“That’s what I thought. I told him I wouldn’t play. And do you know what he did? He picked up my cell phone, hit Redial, and took the first two digits that came up. It was a Nashville number, so one and six. One was car accident. Six was Melanie Walker.”
“Wait a minute. Melanie Walker was the name of that finance manager who drove her car into a tree, the first week I was at AmeriTel. She died. But her death was an accident.”
LeBrock shook his head.
“It was no accident, Marc. The guy ringed Melanie’s name and her fate on those pages. He dated them. Initialed them. I still have them at the office, in my safe. And he told me that if I refused to pick another time—or if I went to the police—he’d use the phone to select three victims. My next choice would be pick one, or have three picked for me. And I couldn’t live with that either way.”
“I don’t blame you. I couldn’t, either. And I don’t blame you for sharing the burden. But did it have to be Carolyn? Was there no one else you could turn to?”
“It wasn’t deliberate. I didn’t mean to involve her. But she found the folder. The safe’s lock jammed. The contents were in a drawer while a guy was fixing it. Anyway, she saw what was written in there—including the stuff about Melanie—and she freaked out. She was going to call the police, so I had to tell her the truth. And, Marc? There’s one other thing.”
“What?”
“Carolyn’s was one of the names on the list.”
I slumped into the armchair opposite him, and neither of us spoke for several minutes. I thought back to my first week at the company. Imagined myself getting home, and not finding Carolyn. Assuming she was working late. Hearing tires on the gravel outside, but not seeing her car. Seeing the police instead.
“I feel sick,” I said.
“Me, too.”
“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me.”
“Don’t blame yourself. I convinced her not to. The more people who knew, the more dangerous it was. For Carolyn, and for the others.”
“No wonder she was totally stressed.”
“Right. And when you wouldn’t give her the memory sticks, she just snapped.”
“If only I’d known. I’d have given them to her in a heartbeat. I’d never have taken them. You should have told me, Roger.”
“I know that. Now.”
“My house getting burglarized? The thugs who chased me? Threw firebombs at me? Tried to kill me? Was that all down to you, too?”
“No. The guy who’s in charge? He gave me one shot to get the data back. Carolyn volunteered. She was certain you’d cooperate, if she was the one who asked. When you refused, it was taken out of our hands.”
“And Karl Weimann? The fire? That was them?”
LeBrock nodded. “Karl and Carolyn were friends. And they had this running joke. He was always pretending to pester her about selling him your secrets, but of course, he had them already. It was just an excuse to talk to her. Or take her to lunch.”
“How could he have them already?”
“Your online security. It’s a farce. Everyone in the industry knows. You might as well have handed your secrets to him on a plate, he told me. Anyway, the other day he called Carolyn out of the blue. Apparently you’d summoned him to a meeting and offered him a job. Karl wanted to know, if hell was freezing over, why had nobody else told him?”
“We did meet. I did make the offer, but he turned me down. At first. Then he changed his mind.”
“Yes. After he talked to Carolyn. She saw the chance to get hold of the second memory stick and return it. She thought those guys would leave you alone, then.”
“So Weimann’s change of heart was because of Carolyn? She was trying to help me?”
“That’s right.”
I think LeBrock continued to speak for a while longer. I vaguely remember seeing his mouth moving. His hands gesticulating. But I mainly remember realizing that everything I’d believed had been wrong. Carolyn hadn’t betrayed me. She’d stayed loyal to me. And even in her darkest hour, when she was in mortal danger, she’d been trying to save me.
LeBrock had opened AmeriTel’s doors to these maniacs. But Carolyn only worked there because of me. I hadn’t just wrecked her acting career. I’d almost gotten her killed.