“Here’s the thing, Brent,” I said. “If they kill you, they won’t get any more money. Do you understand that?”
“Yeah. So, great, I’m paralyzed or something instead. I’d rather be dead.”
“Why didn’t you just go to the police in the first place, Brent?” I said.
He got up off of the bed and began to pace my loft, much like Sugar had, much like half a dozen other clients had when faced with the one question that should be the easiest to answer. It portended extenuating situations, which I presumed would lead to the Russians.
“They told me not to,” he said.
“Right. Of course,” I said. “But was this before or after you contacted the Russians and took their money for a device that doesn’t exist?”
“How did you know?” Brent asked.
“Because I’m a spy,” I said. “And because you’re smart and did the only thing you could to save your father’s life. And I don’t know any other way you’d be able to get your hands on sixty-five thousand bucks. That nugget of information didn’t elude me, Brent.”
“Thanks. For the smart part, I mean.”
“But being smart is also the one thing that could likely get you killed,” I said. “How much did they send you?”
“Which time?”
“ Which time? How many times have there been?”
“Well, they asked to invest in the project and so at first I kept shining them on, just like all the others, until this all happened and I said, okay, they could get in on the Angel level for seventy-five thousand.”
“And what happened next?” I asked.
“They asked where they could wire the money,” Brent said.
That got Fiona interested. Money does that to her. Especially money garnered as an ill-gotten gain. “How long,” she asked, “would it take you to build me a Web site like this one of yours?”
“Fi,” I said. “Still not helping.”
“Michael, if Russian gangsters are giving away their money, why shouldn’t we profit from it? We could clearly cover our tracks much better than a dumb college kid. No offense, Brent.”
“Some taken,” he said. “And anyway, I didn’t know they were gangsters, like I said. I thought I was dealing with an accountant somewhere in the Ural Mountains.”
“What did you do with that money?” I asked.
“I paid the bookies and I paid my tuition, or else I was going to get kicked out of school. Dad didn’t pay any of my school stuff for the last six months, which I didn’t realize, of course, until he was gone. They were going to lock me out of the dorms and everything.”
“Okay,” I said. “How much do you have left?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Or, well, nothing from the first payment. I had them send me another seventy-five thousand two weeks ago, which was supposed to facilitate delivery of the initial specs for the project, which, you know, don’t exist.”
I was silent for a moment while I tried to figure out all of the mistakes Brent Grayson had made, all of the terrible choices he was forced to make by his father, Henry, and then the likelihood that I could be killed while trying to help him out of this barbed-wire corner.
“When did the Russians figure out that there was no InterMacron?” I asked.
“A couple of days ago, I guess,” he said. “After I didn’t deliver the specs, I guess they started to investigate things a little further and that’s when they said they would be at my dad’s office to either get their money or get their information and that’s when I called Sugar. He’s the baddest guy I know, so, you know, I thought he could help me with this.”
“Except you lied to him,” Fiona said.
“You know Sugar,” Brent said. “I didn’t want him knowing all that stuff.”
The kid had a valid point.
“What time are you supposed to meet Big Lumpy?” I asked.
“Noon,” he said. “At someplace called the Hair of the Dog. I’ve never been there, because I’m not twenty-one.”
“You defraud Russian gangsters but you’ve never been to a bar?” Fiona said.
“This is the first time I’ve broken the law,” Brent said. “I mean, other than buying stuff from Sugar. But that’s just because I have a hard time sleeping.”
It was no wonder.
“Tomorrow I’ll go meet with Big Lumpy. I’ll explain the situation to him and I’m sure he’ll understand,” I said. “And then we’ll get to work on the Russians.”
“What about my father?”
“We’ll find him, too,” I said.
“I can pay you with whatever is left after you pay off Big Lumpy,” he said.
“I’m not going to pay Big Lumpy. And you’re not going to touch the money in that account. Got it?”
Brent didn’t say anything. Not good.
“How much have you spent, Brent?”
“I lent a girl I know some money,” he said. “She wanted a boob job and her parents wouldn’t pay for it.”
“Noble,” Fiona said.
“How much?” I said.
“Five grand,” he said. “And I bought a scooter. To get around campus.”
“How much?”
“Another five grand.”
“Anything else?”
“I had a small party,” he said. “And I bought another computer.”
“Why don’t you tell me how much of that $75K is left?”
“$45K.”
“Must have been some party,” I said.
“It was off the chain,” he said. “So, yeah, I can pay you with whatever is left.”
“You’re not going to pay me,” I said. “Don’t lose any sleep over it. What I need from you is every single piece of information that went back and forth between you and the Russians. Do you have that?”
“It’s all on my computers,” he said.
“Good,” I said. “All right. Why don’t you try to take another nap while Fiona and I step outside. Okay?”
There was a sweetness in my voice that I found nauseating. I made a note to myself never to have children. Or at least not helpless children.
“I’m not tired.”
“Then just sit here quietly,” I said.
Fiona and I got up to walk outside but Brent stopped us. “Look, out of all of this? I just want to find my dad and know he’s okay. He’s made a lot of mistakes in his life, but he’s still my father and I love him. I did this all for him.”
“I know,” I said. “And I’ll find him. I promise.”
We left Brent and walked down the stairs and out onto the street in front of my building. It was almost five o’clock and I was still alive. Not bad.
“What do you make of it, Michael?” Fiona asked.
“I don’t see Yuri Drubich coming after him that big for $150K,” I said. “That’s a lot of money, but not enough to send ten guys with explosives to Miami.”
“You think he’s lying?”
“No,” I said. “I think Drubich probably resold the information he had and now he’s in a serious pinch. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to kidnap Brent so that Brent could stand in front of some very angry men to explain his deception.”
“And then what?” Fiona said.
“And then they’d kill him.”
“Do you believe his father is still alive?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It’s a classic shakedown the bookies are doing on him. If they got access to the bank accounts to make Brent think his father is still alive, well, that’s pretty smart. But I just don’t see these guys going after a kid. Most bookies, they’ve got a code. A terrible, stupid, dangerous code, but a code no less. Brent’s not in the game, so I can’t see them doing this to him if his dad was dead.”
“Maybe they’ll tire of him,” Fi said.
“Maybe when the money runs out.”
“Or when he runs out of blood,” she said. It was just a matter-of-fact statement, which made it all the more chilling. “Personally, Michael, I find these Russians far more dangerous. They blew up a building in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. What’s stopping them from blowing up your loft tomorrow if they find out Brent is here?”
“You,” I said.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said. “Please tell me I get to play dress-up.”