Elaine chimed in before Luna could continue—she didn’t want
Luna sticking her neck out any farther than necessary. “His wife doesn’t trust
the Greek police, thinks her husband has them in their pocket. She happened to
be in Paris when we captured Raj and that tabloid story came out with our names
in it, which she read by chance.” It was more or less true.
“Speaking of tabloids,” Valdez said, “that reminds me.” He
reached across his desk and pulled out a paper from a tray. It was a copy of
another tabloid article, but from the same newspaper. He slid it across to
Elaine. “I was sent a copy of this a last week and planned to forward it to
you...”
Elaine tried not to wince when she read the headline. WANTED
ITALIAN CRIMINAL “GOES STRAIGHT” IN CROATIA. It was an article about Giorgio
Cattoretti and the diamond-cutting factory he was setting up. There were
several pictures, one of The Cat wearing his black eye patch at the ground-breaking
ceremony. He was surrounded by a group of smiling Croatian government
officials, all wearing expensive suits. There was another photo of the
half-finished diamond-cutting facility, a sleek, modern building with a large
parking lot and immaculately landscaped property, construction equipment
visible in the background.
Valdez said, “Apparently he’s gotten a lucrative contract
with the Sudanese government to cut all the diamonds from a new mine that was
found in Darfur.
Pink diamonds.” He looked curiously at Elaine. “Did you
hear about all this?”
“It’s all news to me,” Elaine said truthfully. She had
hoped Cattoretti would take the information she’d given him and do good with
it, and it seemed that he had.
Watching her closely, Valdez said, “Seems like those
diamonds might be from the same source that Raj Malik was using.”
Elaine wasn’t sure if this was a statement or a question. She
glanced uneasily at Luna. “As we said in our report, we never determined the
source of the diamonds he was smuggling.” She paused. “Raj hasn’t talked yet?”
“If he has, the damn
gendarmerie haven’t told us.” Valdez
looked disgustedly at the article. “Needless to say, Washington is not pleased
by this. The Croatian government has made the son-of-a-bitch a citizen and now
they can block any extradition attempt. We’ll never get him out of there.”
Elaine held up the copy of the article. “Can I keep this?”
She put it in her satchel.
Valdez gazed out the window at the
Rhône River for a moment, thinking. A long
barge was lazily sliding through the water towards the city center.
He finally looked back at Elaine and Luna, and motioned to
the file. “If this is all you have, ladies, I’m afraid I’ll have to say no. I’m
a risk-taker but this is too sketchy.” He handed the Panacea card back to
Elaine and then glanced at his watch. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Fifteen minutes later, Elaine and Luna were back in the
SUV, heading for Luna’s apartment, which was just a short drive from Interpol
headquarters. Walter had taken the day off and was going to make them lunch,
but meals were the last thing Elaine could think about now.
“Damn it,” she said. “Maybe we could have pitched it
better.”
“I don’t see how,” Luna said. “We gave him everything we
have.”
Elaine stomped her foot on the floorboard. “What the hell
am I supposed to do now? I want that murdering Spyro Leandrou behind bars! And
whoever he hired to do his dirty work for him. Luna, the whole reason I joined
the Secret Service in the first place was to track down the man that was
responsible for my father’s death!”
“I know that,” Luna said sympathetically.
As Elaine had grown up and matured, she realized that
blaming Ronald Eskew for her father’s suicide was a big stretch. Eskew was the
owner of the scam modeling agency and who had given Elaine the fake $100 bills that
she had unknowingly passed on to Patrick, and that had landed her father in
jail. But now, things were different. If her mother was telling the truth and
her father had been murdered, they knew who was behind it.
“We don’t know for a
fact that Spyro had your father killed,” Luna. “Your mother has no hard
evidence. She could have misunderstood the conversation she overheard.”
Elaine had thought of this possibility herself. “That’s
exactly why we need to investigate him. And, besides, what am I supposed to
tell my mother now? ‘Sorry, Kathy, we’re both bad-ass federal agents with
international scopes of responsibility, but we can’t lay a finger on your
international criminal husband?”
Luna glanced at her, and Elaine knew what she was thinking.
Elaine said, “Look,
I don’t really care what she thinks. I just don’t want her staying at my house
any longer, putting my family in danger—Spyro will come after her as soon as he
sees that she took those papers from his safe. I don’t like the woman, but
kicking her out without doing anything to help her...that’s just too low.”
“Yeah, she is your mother, after all.”
Luna didn’t say anything and concentrated on driving.
“If we could just get more evidence, maybe find out what
that Panacea business card means...”
Elaine suddenly opened her satchel and withdrew the copy of
the tabloid article about Giorgio Cattoretti.
They were just coming to a fork that indicated Lyon center
was one direction and the airport was the other.
“Take me to the airport,” Elaine snapped.
“What?” Luna said, glancing at her.
“Please take me to the airport right now, Luna. I’m
serious.”
Luna glanced down at the copy of the newspaper article in Elaine’s
hand. “Don’t even think about it!”
“Why? You know it’s the only way we’re going to get the
straight dope on Leandrou. We need underworld connections! We won’t get
anywhere following all these bureaucratic rules and worrying about getting sued
for harassment.”
“No way...” Luna glanced distastefully at the article. “How
can you even think of getting involved with that man again?”
Now they were rapidly approaching the fork in the motorway,
but Luna was still in the right-hand lane.
“Take me to the airport, Luna. I’m sure that he can shed
some light on this, and on Spyro Leandrou. All we need are a few more details
to convince Valdez to let us go ahead.”
“But Walter is making us lunch. He’ll be disappointed...”
Elaine chuckled. “Luna...”
“I’m telling you, you’re making a serious mistake, Elaine.”
“Then it will be my mistake. Anyway, everything worked out
okay last time, didn’t it?”
“Ha, yeah, just barely!” Luna glanced at Elaine’s left
shoulder, where she’d taken the bullet. “You almost got yourself killed!”
Luna made a growling sound in her throat, and at the last
minute, glanced into her side mirror and yanked the SUV over to the other side
of the fork, narrowly missing the barrier that separated them.
“You’re one damn impulsive, stubborn woman, Elaine Brogan. You
know that?”
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