Stone looked at his watch. “I can transfer the funds today. But first, when do I get paid, and how much?”
“We’re paying half a million dollars for the device, and I have negotiated a final sales price of two million, two. Your cut of that is one million dollars. I get more, because I set it up.”
“How and when will I be paid?”
“The device will be transported to a secure location, a bank in southern Europe, where the exchange will take place. The buyers’ funds will be transferred to your Zurich account and mine, in the appropriate amounts, before the device is handed over. It’s as foolproof as a transaction of this sort can be. I’ve done a number of them, I know. I much prefer doing business in the conference room of a bank, instead of in a back alley.”
“What about the arrangement you mentioned that will keep this transaction away from prying eyes, such as the Internal Revenue Service?”
“I also have the documentation for an account in the Cayman Islands. You sign both sets of documents—Swiss and Cayman—and I’ll fax them to the respective banks, along with a code word. You can then transfer from the Swiss Bank to the Cayman one with one phone call. Once it’s in the Cayman bank, you can draw on the account anywhere in the world—cash can be transferred to you, you can write checks, and you can have a credit card which is paid directly from the Cayman account. Thus, no transaction ever goes through an American bank, and you come to the attention of no one.”
“I like it,” Stone said. “Give me the documents.”
Lance produced a thick envelope from an inside pocket and showed Stone where to sign. “Write your code word—any combination of letters and numbers, up to twelve characters.”
“I don’t like the idea of your having the account numbers and the password,” Stone said.
“It’s the only way I can transfer your share of the funds to your account. Once I’ve done that, you can change the account number and the password.” Lance tore off a copy of each account application and handed them to Stone.
Stone put the papers into his pocket. “Where do I transfer my funds?”
“To your account in Zurich, which will be open in an hour; I’ll let you know where and when to send them from there.”
Stone stuck out his hand. “I’ll speak with my broker as soon as I get back to my hotel; I’ll have to fax him, too. The funds will be in Zurich before the day is over.” He glanced at his watch; he had three hours to get it done.
He and Lance parted at the restaurant door.
“I’ll call you on your cellphone tomorrow morning, with further instructions,” Lance said. “Make sure it’s turned on; from here on in, everything has to be done in a precise manner.”
“Good,” Stone said. Driving back to London, he wondered if he would have gone for this deal if he’d been on his own. Certainly not, he decided. Too risky.
Chapter 49
STONE DROVE BACK TO LONDON AND Chester Street; as soon as he was in the house, he called Mason’s cellphone. No answer; he left a message. As an afterthought, he called Carpenter’s number.
“Yes?” She sounded harried.
“It’s Stone Barrington. Did you get it?”
“Hold on,” she said, and covered the phone, so that he could hear only muffled voices. She uncovered it in time for Stone to hear her say, “Find out why, and do it now.” There was real authority in the voice. She came back to Stone. “Are you in Chester Street now?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Stone was going to ask what the hell was going on, but she had already hung up.
Dino let himself in through the front door; he was carrying two large Harrod’s shopping bags. “Hey,” he said.
“I take it you got Mary Ann something.”
“Yep; how’d your lunch go?”
“Just as it was supposed to, I think.”
“Good.” Dino stretched. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”
“It’s jet lag,” Stone said.
“I never get jet lag.”
“Whatever you say. You want me to wake you up later?”
“Not unless it gets to be dinnertime. Do we have any plans?”
“Not yet; I’ll call Sarah later.”
Stone read the papers for ten minutes, then the doorbell rang. He let Carpenter and Mason into the house.
“Come and sit down,” she said. “We have a lot to ask you.”
They all went into the drawing room and took seats.
“Did you get everything?” Stone asked.
“We got almost nothing,” Carpenter replied.
Mason seemed uncharacteristically quiet; usually, he did the talking.
“Your brand-new bug didn’t work?”
Now Mason spoke. “There was something in the neighborhood interfering with it,” he said petulantly. “As soon as you left the restaurant, we could clearly hear the sound of your car; it was just in the restaurant that it didn’t work. Must have been something in the walls.”
“We lunched outdoors,” Stone said. “It sounds as if Lance Cabot is smarter than you gave him credit for.”
“What do you mean?” Mason demanded.
“He searched me for a wire,” Stone replied, “which means he was suspicious. My guess is he had something in his car that would interfere with any radio transmissions in the immediate vicinity.”
“Shit,” Mason said, with disgust.
“Don’t worry about it,” Carpenter said. “We have Stone to tell us.” She turned to him. “Tell us.”
“Someone who works in what sounds like the factory of a defense contractor has made a duplicate of the device he builds every day. He’s going to sell it to Lance for half a million dollars in cash, and Lance is going to resell it to an unknown party for two million, two.”