At ten-thirty that evening Bagger left his hotel with his men. They drove to a disused warehouse that Bagger’s men had located in a run-down industrial area in Virginia. There they waited until the black SUV with Paddy Conroy and Mike Manson pulled into the warehouse.
As soon as Bagger saw Paddy he walked over to him and belted him right in the mouth. Paddy fell back against the vehicle and then tried to get to Bagger, but Bagger’s men held him back.
“That was for the ten grand you stole from me. Been waiting a long time to pay you back on that one.”
Paddy spat blood out of his mouth. “Best ten grand I ever took.”
“Yeah, we’ll see how you feel about that in a few minutes. You got no idea how good I feel. You see, no Annabelle means my agreement not to go after your ass is null and void, as the prick lawyers say.”
He studied Paddy’s gray, gaunt features and his threadbare clothes.
“Looks like life’s been treating you real well. You sick, poor or both?”
“What’s it to you?”
“I’m insulted. I mean even you at the top of your game might not be good enough. You think it was smart coming after me wearing rags and looking like you’re knocking on the grave?”
Paddy looked around at the armed men surrounding him. “Right this minute, not particularly smart, no.”
Bagger sat down on a packing crate, his gaze never leaving Paddy’s face. “So Annabelle outsmarted you? How’d she manage that, Paddy?”
“Like I said before, I guess I taught her too good.”
“You sure about that?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Maybe father and daughter got together to screw me. How about that theory?”
“My daughter hates my guts.”
“So you say.”
“So I know. But if you believed otherwise, why do the deal at all?”
“You know why. But now here you are and no Annabelle. So where is she?”
“No clue, Jerry.”
Bagger stood slowly. “I think you can do better than that. So you and me are gonna have a little chat.”
“I’m not in the chatting mood.”
Bagger took a serrated knife out of his jacket pocket and slipped on a plastic glove. “Oh, I can be pretty damn persuasive.” He looked at his men and nodded. A minute later, Paddy’s pants and underwear were off and Bagger was sizing up the man’s privates for cutting.
“I used this technique on a little asshole named Tony Wallace in Portugal after I chatted with the people he’d hired to run his mansion with my money. And let me tell you something, he talked and talked right before we beat his brains out. In fact, that was the way I was able to track down Annabelle. And now you’re gonna do the same thing for me, old man. You know where Annabelle is and now you’re gonna tell me. And when you do I kill you fast, no pain. If you don’t talk? Well, you just don’t wanta go there, trust me. ”
Paddy struggled against his captors, but they were too strong. As the knife came closer and closer to a spot no man would want a sharp instrument to be, Paddy cried out, “For Chrissakes, don’t! Just put a bullet in my brain.”
“Tell me where Annabelle is, and I promise I’ll kill you fast. That’s the only deal you’re getting now. And if you really hate your daughter, you should have no problem telling me where she is, right?”
“If I did know do you think I’d be here, you idiot?”
Bagger slapped him across the face. “You show some respect.”
“Here’s my respect.” Paddy spat in his face. “That’s for Tammy.”
“Right, your old lady you left behind for me.”
“I was in jail on the night you murdered her, you bastard. Otherwise you’d have had to go through me to get to her. She was the only thing I ever loved in my whole life. And I swear to God above, before this was all over, I was planning on putting a bullet right into your brain just like you did her.”
“Was that before or after I killed your daughter?”
“Any price I had to pay to get you, I was willing to do it,” Paddy screamed at him.
“But Annabelle screwed that all up, didn’t she? Didn’t she, old man?”
“Can’t blame her for turning the tables on me.”
“Since you were planning to whack me for killing your wife, why don’t I fill you in on her last minutes of life? Would you like that?”
“I’ll find some way to kill you, Jerry. I swear it.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. We crashed her house, and she recognized me right away. And you know what she said? She said, ‘Why are you doing this, Jerry? Why are you going to kill me? I didn’t do nothing to you.’ And you know what I told her? I said, because your chickenshit husband ripped me off and left you holding the bag. That’s how much he loved you, you dumb broad. And then I pumped a round right into her brain. Now, anything else you want to know about it before I start carving you up?”
“No, that’s about it,” a woman’s voice said.
They all turned as Annabelle and Alex walked out from behind a stack of crates. Alex had his gun pointed right at Bagger, while eight guns held by Bagger’s men pointed back at him and Annabelle.
Bagger said, “How the hell did you get here?”
“I came with the FBI,” Annabelle said.
“Nobody could’ve followed my boys.”
“We didn’t tail them. We followed you. The place is surrounded, Jerry. You’ve got no way out.”
“Yeah? Working for the FBI now? Look, baby, you con me once, shame on you, con me twice, shit on me.” The man’s voice was confident, but his look was something less than that.
“She’s telling the truth, jerk-off,” Alex yelled. “So just lay your weapons down before you don’t have a choice in the matter.
“Kill ’em,” Bagger said.
A split second later doors on all sides of the warehouse burst open and two dozen men in body armor came barreling in, sub-machine guns in hand.
“FBI, put down your weapons. Now!”
Bagger dropped the knife and his men quickly put down their guns in the face of the overpowering show of federal force.
Bagger’s gaze went from Annabelle to Paddy. “Two con artists working with the feds?”
“You do what you got to do, Jerry,” Paddy said as he hastily pulled his clothes back on.
Bagger looked at one of the FBI agents and immediately regained his swagger. “That bitch ripped me off for forty million. She bother mentioning that to you while she was playing snitch?”
“That’s not my concern.”
“Oh yeah, so what exactly am I being charged with?”
“Aside from kidnapping and assault, you’re being charged with the murders of Tammy Conroy, three people in Portugal and Tony Wallace, who died yesterday.”
Bagger snorted. “I got a dozen eyewitnesses who’ll testify I wasn’t around when any of those people got killed.”
Annabelle held up a video recording device. “We’ve got your whole confession right here, Jerry. I have to hand it to you, you speak very clearly.” She gave the device to the lead agent.
Bagger looked at the FBI men, Paddy, Alex, and then his gaze came to rest on Annabelle.
“Well, I guess this is it, then,” he said. His hand slipped to his pocket.
“Hold it,” an FBI agent said. “Take that hand out very slowly.”
Bagger did so. His hand was cupped around something. He said, “This is a detonator, folks. My thumb comes off this thing, I got a chunk of C4 in the SUV right behind me that’ll blow everything and everyone within a hundred yards sky-high.” He nodded at the lead agent. “See for yourself if you don’t believe me.”