‘Tell me,’ Giuseppe whispered, ‘what can I talk about?’
Payne wanted to say, it beats the hell out of me, but he caught himself before it slipped out. Instead, he decided to focus on something positive. Something that might help them in the long run. ‘How long have you lived here?’
‘Almost four years.’
‘And you’re a fan of history?’
‘Yes, very much so. Benito taught—’ He quickly covered his mouth, as if he had just cursed in front of a nun. ‘I mean, I learned to appreciate history back in Italy. I have been to all of the local sites and museums.’
‘Then talk about that. She loves local history.’
Giuseppe nodded. ‘Then that’s what I will do. Thank you very much.’
By this time, Jones was standing next to Maria’s door, waiting for the all-clear signal. He sensed that Giuseppe posed no threat but he wanted to put him through his paces for Maria’s benefit. Not to impress her, but to ensure she felt threatened. Sometimes fear was necessary to gain control. The sooner she started to view herself as a potential target, the sooner she would start following orders. At least that was the goal. In the long run, her compliance would benefit everyone.
Payne signalled to Jones, who helped her out of the SUV. After a brief introduction, the four of them headed inside the consulate, where Maria and Giuseppe started her paperwork. Meanwhile, Payne asked if he could use the fax machine to send the Mercado document to Petr Ulster, who wanted to read it on his flight to Mexico. Giuseppe showed him where it was and how to use it — the buttons were labelled in Italian — then returned to Maria.
Jones watched with amusement. ‘I’ve never seen you do this before. Normally you make your secretary do everything.’
Payne scoffed at the notion. ‘My secretary doesn’t do office work, and you know it. I hired her for her tits.’
Most people would have viewed his comment as sexist, but Jones knew the truth about his secretary. She was an eighty-two-year-old firecracker, who’d started working for Payne Industries long before Payne was even born. That included thirty years as his grandfather’s secretary. Not as his assistant, but as his secretary. Even though she knew more about the company than Payne, she still insisted on being called a secretary, because that was her job title when she was originally hired and she didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. Known for her foul mouth and quick wit, she had a saltier sense of humour than most comedians.
Jones laughed loudly. ‘I’m going to tell her you said that.’
Payne smiled. ‘I hope you do. I like to keep her sharp.’
Jones watched intently as Payne fed the document through the machine. Several seconds passed before a confirmation notice appeared on the screen. As soon as it did, Payne deleted the document from the system’s memory and erased the number he had sent it to. No sense in taking any chances.
‘So,’ Payne said, ‘did you need something? You’re kind of creeping me out.’
‘Actually, I wanted to thank you.’
‘For what?’
‘For what you said to Giuseppe. I had a long talk with Maria about her issues on the way here. The last thing she needed was to answer a bunch of questions about Benito.’
‘I didn’t do it for her. I did it for me. I’m sick of her yapping.’
He shook his head. ‘No, you didn’t. You did it for her. And I appreciate it.’
Payne stared at him. ‘You’ve been thanking me a lot on this trip. I didn’t think we did that. You know, the whole “thank you” thing. Are you dying or something?’
‘Nope, not dying. Just trying to keep the peace.’
‘No, you’re trying to get a piece. Big difference.’
Jones laughed. ‘Either way, I appreciate it.’
Payne smiled and pointed at Jones’s crotch. ‘You’re welcome.’
47
Maria finished the paperwork for her new passport in less than twenty minutes. She thanked Giuseppe for his time before Payne and Jones asked him for a huge favour. They were looking for a place to store Hamilton’s Hummer and its delicate cargo, and asked if the consulate had a warehouse they could use. As luck would have it, the consulate included a private garage attached to the back of the building. Not only would it keep the vehicle off the street, the garage was technically Italian soil, which meant they didn’t have to worry about Mexican authorities catching them with Mayan artefacts or a crate full of rifles and explosives.
Payne drove the vehicle around the back, parked it in Giuseppe’s personal spot, then grabbed everything they needed for a night at the Fiesta Americana. Maria still wasn’t thrilled about putting herself in danger in order to flush out the men who had trashed her room, but Payne and Jones were so confident of their decision that she decided to go along without complaint.
Jones, who had started his day in Pittsburgh, showered as soon as they reached the suite. When he emerged, he felt like a brand-new person. Dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, he raided the minibar for caffeine and candy, even though they still had plenty of snacks left over from lunch. He had spent the whole day looking for Terrence Hamilton. He figured the least Hamilton could do was buy him a Coke and some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
That’s if the guy was still alive.
Meanwhile, Payne took his turn in the guest bathroom. As a hotel aficionado, he paid close attention to the small details in the suite: the marble floor, the jetted tubs, the Italian towels and bathrobes. All the little things that made a guest feel like royalty. Some people were surprised that he cared about such comforts, especially those who knew about his military career. But he told them it was because of his military career that he cared about such things. After years of sleeping in the desert and the jungle, he vowed to see the world from a different perspective on his next go round. It was one of the few guilty pleasures he had.
Like many people, Payne did some of his best thinking in the shower. It was his time to block out the world. Time he could spend alone with his thoughts. He ran through the last twenty-four hours in his mind, searching for irregularities. Years of experience had taught him the value of this. Little was gained by focusing on the norm. It was the anomalies — the things that went against the grain — that tended to define a situation.
Unfortunately, there were so many irregularities with Hamilton’s disappearance that Payne didn’t know where to begin. According to Petr Ulster, Hamilton was a thrifty academic who didn’t have enough money to pay for research assistants, let alone a corner suite at a five-star resort. Yet he had paid for Maria’s first-class airfare from Rome and rented her a suite for the entire weekend. Why would he do that? Was it, as Maria speculated, an enticement for her to make the journey? And even if it was, why in the world did he choose her for the job? Not even Maria could explain that.
The oddities didn’t end there. Hamilton had a trunk full of artefacts and a crate filled with weapons, even though both were out of character for him. These things reeked of desperation, but desperation related to what? Did he borrow money from the wrong people? Or was this merely a precaution because of his expected windfall? He had told Maria that they were close to finding something that would blow her mind. Maybe the weapons were nothing more than insurance?
For Payne, it was tough to get a handle on things because he’d never met the man. He had never looked him in the eye or had a conversation with him. Other than a few photos from the Internet, his only experience of Hamilton was via the hotel’s security feed — which had been partially erased by a top-notch hacker. That was another thing that didn’t make much sense. Why take the time to do that? Payne was familiar with the abduction racket in Latin America. Several of his military buddies had left the service to work as independent contractors in the kidnap and ransom (K&R) industry, and a few of them worked in Mexico. He knew kidnappings were so common in certain parts of the world that corporations paid big bucks for K&R insurance (policies that would reimburse them for money lost on ransom payments). Yet in all the articles he had read, he couldn’t recall anything about high-end hackers covering up an abduction. Then again, maybe that was because hackers covered up the cover-up.