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and signing the receipt inside it. She tore off the second copy and handed it to me, which I placed in the box, then closed and locked it.
“Is there anything else that UBS can do for you today, sir?”
“Thanks, Audrey,” I said with a smile, closing the briefcase and picking it up. “I think we’re all set.”
She opened the door with what I took as a seductive smile. The guard stood just outside. “If there’s nothing else I can do for you, Jefferson will escort you to your car.”
I’m kind of a dolt, where it comes to women. So I tend to err on the side of caution and assume I’m wrong when I think a woman might be coming onto me. But even a dolt carrying half a million dollars might be attractive to some women.
“Thanks, Audrey,” I said. “You’ve been very courteous.”
“Well,” she said, smiling brightly. “If you’re ever back in Nassau.”
Ten minutes later, the cab driver dropped us off at the marina and we were underway, less than forty minutes after arriving in Nassau.
I t was nearly noon as we approached the southern tip of Cat Island once again. Taking my satellite phone out, I called Chyrel’s number. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey, Jesse. We’re almost finished here. Maybe another hour.”
“Are you at a point where you can connect me with this Claude Whyte?”
“Sure, I don’t need Henry’s computer to do that,” Chyrel replied. “He’s such a sweet old man, by the way.”
“When we do this, Whyte will call Cross on my sat phone. Can you make it look like the call’s coming from Cat Island?”
“Child’s play,” Chyrel replied.
A moment later, I heard a click and then a ringtone. “Want me to disconnect?” Chyrel asked over the ringing.
“No, record it if you can.”
A man with a Jamaican accent answered the phone. “Who dis?”
“Name’s McDermitt,” I replied. “Captain of Gaspar’s Revenge .” There was silence for a second and I thought he’d hung up. “Still there, Claude?”
“Wha yuh want? An how yuh know my bumbaclot name and numbuh, white boi?”
“You know who I am?” I asked in a cordial manner.
“Iand I know who yuh ah. I evah see you ’gain, I gwon cut out yuh haht, mon.”
Ignoring his threats, I continued in a cordial tone. “I want to meet with you, Claude. I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot.”
Most of what he said next, I was unable to decipher, as his voice went off the scale in pitch. I did pick up a few curse words, though. Finally, he asked, “Wha yuh wanna see I for, white boi?”
“I know all about the kidnapping, the plan to murder the two women, and who paid you to do it.”
There was silence again for a moment. “So, yuh tink yuh know it all?”
“I also know you can’t contact the guy who hired you and you’re out the rest of the money for the job.” That got his attention.
“Who duh blood clot are yuh?”
“Meet me at Hawk’s Nest Marina in half an hour. There’ll be three of us on the restaurant deck. Come with more than four men and the deal I’m about to make you is off. Play ball and I can make it so your week isn’t a total loss. To the tune of a hundred thousand dollars American.”
“An jest wha do I and I gotta do for dat?” Pat was right. They were easy to buy. Now it was just a matter of negotiating a price for the service.
“A hundred grand and all you have to do is make a phone call.”
“Call who, mon?”
“I give you the money and you call Nick Cross.”
“I and I been callin’ him all day, always a engaged signa’.”
“I’m blocking all calls from the islands to D.C. and Beaufort.”
He paused for a moment, but I could hear his heavy breathing after his enraged tirade. “Wha yuh want I tell dis mon?”
“Tell him we failed in getting the women back and we’re dead. Then tell him the price is double what you agreed on for trying to double-cross you. Then you’ll tell him he has to meet you in person, two days from now. In
“Is there anything else that UBS can do for you today, sir?”
“Thanks, Audrey,” I said with a smile, closing the briefcase and picking it up. “I think we’re all set.”
She opened the door with what I took as a seductive smile. The guard stood just outside. “If there’s nothing else I can do for you, Jefferson will escort you to your car.”
I’m kind of a dolt, where it comes to women. So I tend to err on the side of caution and assume I’m wrong when I think a woman might be coming onto me. But even a dolt carrying half a million dollars might be attractive to some women.
“Thanks, Audrey,” I said. “You’ve been very courteous.”
“Well,” she said, smiling brightly. “If you’re ever back in Nassau.”
Ten minutes later, the cab driver dropped us off at the marina and we were underway, less than forty minutes after arriving in Nassau.
I t was nearly noon as we approached the southern tip of Cat Island once again. Taking my satellite phone out, I called Chyrel’s number. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey, Jesse. We’re almost finished here. Maybe another hour.”
“Are you at a point where you can connect me with this Claude Whyte?”
“Sure, I don’t need Henry’s computer to do that,” Chyrel replied. “He’s such a sweet old man, by the way.”
“When we do this, Whyte will call Cross on my sat phone. Can you make it look like the call’s coming from Cat Island?”
“Child’s play,” Chyrel replied.
A moment later, I heard a click and then a ringtone. “Want me to disconnect?” Chyrel asked over the ringing.
“No, record it if you can.”
A man with a Jamaican accent answered the phone. “Who dis?”
“Name’s McDermitt,” I replied. “Captain of Gaspar’s Revenge .” There was silence for a second and I thought he’d hung up. “Still there, Claude?”
“Wha yuh want? An how yuh know my bumbaclot name and numbuh, white boi?”
“You know who I am?” I asked in a cordial manner.
“Iand I know who yuh ah. I evah see you ’gain, I gwon cut out yuh haht, mon.”
Ignoring his threats, I continued in a cordial tone. “I want to meet with you, Claude. I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot.”
Most of what he said next, I was unable to decipher, as his voice went off the scale in pitch. I did pick up a few curse words, though. Finally, he asked, “Wha yuh wanna see I for, white boi?”
“I know all about the kidnapping, the plan to murder the two women, and who paid you to do it.”
There was silence again for a moment. “So, yuh tink yuh know it all?”
“I also know you can’t contact the guy who hired you and you’re out the rest of the money for the job.” That got his attention.
“Who duh blood clot are yuh?”
“Meet me at Hawk’s Nest Marina in half an hour. There’ll be three of us on the restaurant deck. Come with more than four men and the deal I’m about to make you is off. Play ball and I can make it so your week isn’t a total loss. To the tune of a hundred thousand dollars American.”
“An jest wha do I and I gotta do for dat?” Pat was right. They were easy to buy. Now it was just a matter of negotiating a price for the service.
“A hundred grand and all you have to do is make a phone call.”
“Call who, mon?”
“I give you the money and you call Nick Cross.”
“I and I been callin’ him all day, always a engaged signa’.”
“I’m blocking all calls from the islands to D.C. and Beaufort.”
He paused for a moment, but I could hear his heavy breathing after his enraged tirade. “Wha yuh want I tell dis mon?”
“Tell him we failed in getting the women back and we’re dead. Then tell him the price is double what you agreed on for trying to double-cross you. Then you’ll tell him he has to meet you in person, two days from now. In
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