He knew the vehicle.
He’d seen Edward Riley pulling into the parking lot under Sharps Global Intelligence Partners more than once during his surveillance there, and he couldn’t help but admire the man’s choice in automobiles.
Driscoll’s job here had been to keep an eye out for any North Koreans watching over Martel. Ryan didn’t know if they’d come after her, but now that she seemed to be on the outside of the operation to help them obtain intel for their rare metals refinery, he worried she’d end up like Hazelton. It seemed unlikely, but he didn’t want to leave it to chance.
Sam called Ryan, who answered quickly.
“Hey, Sam. What’s up?”
“Wanted to let you know that Edward Riley just pulled up to Martel’s apartment.”
“You sure it’s him?”
“Have you seen his car?”
“No? What does he drive?”
“Beamer, i8.”
“Nice. Not exactly covert, but nice.”
“That coming from the guy who used to drive a canary yellow Hummer.”
“Touché. I wonder what he’s doing there. I guess he’s either going to give her another assignment or fire her. He’s alone?”
“Yep. I checked the street for followers. It’s raining up here, but as far as I can tell there are no sneaky North Koreans skulking around tonight.”
“Okay. Hey, by the way, you are getting some company.”
“Who?”
“All of us. Clark has us all heading back up to NYC. We don’t have anything else to do but keep an eye on Martel.”
“I thought Sharps compromised the team in New York. You going to go mobile on the streets?”
“We think she’s clear of North Korean surveillance, and we think the North Koreans were the ones who tipped off Sharps. We might be okay. Still, I have a feeling we won’t be mobile very much. Most likely we’ll all be hanging out at your place.”
Sam said, “Awesome. Five dudes in a one-bathroom studio apartment eating pizza all day.”
“Just like college,” Ryan said, and Sam just grunted.
Riley arrived during a thunderstorm; he wore jeans and a black sweater, and he came empty-handed other than his umbrella and his mobile phone.
Veronika offered him tea, which he declined, so they sat on opposite chairs in her living room. She could tell from his demeanor there was a problem.
“What’s happened?”
Riley leaned forward. “Last night our time, the United States Navy stopped the vessel delivering the froth flotation tanks to North Korea. They confiscated the material.”
Veronika did not reply. She was an intelligent woman. She assumed the Americans learned of the existence of the material from her download from Valley Floor.
And she also realized Riley needed someone to take the fall for what happened in Vegas.
“Just so you are aware, Duke is angry with you. He thinks you tipped off the Americans. The North Koreans are bloody furious as well.”
Martel rolled her eyes. “That is completely absurd. Someone compromised the operation somehow. They broke into my hotel room knowing exactly what they were looking for.”
“And you have no idea who might have done this?” Riley asked.
She stared him right in the eyes. She knew the truth, but she also knew how to lie. “None whatsoever.”
Riley clearly wanted her on the defensive, but that wasn’t her style. She said, “Perhaps you can help answer that question. You seem to be the one aware of the goings-on in my hotel room. You had me bugged? Did you have cameras on me? Is that it? Were you watching me change? Watching me sleep?”
Riley shook his head. Now her attempt to put him on the back foot had failed. He was utterly unruffled.
“Associates, on their own, were there in the hotel. There was a listening device left in your room.”
Martel recoiled in surprise. “Associates?”
“Let’s just say an interested party.”
“You mean the North Koreans? Who? RGB?”
Riley conceded this with a nod.
“So you are working directly with the North Koreans now? Not with New World Metals?”
Riley did not deny it. Instead, he said, “Twelve trillion dollars. Can you get your pretty little head around that number?”
“That’s the value of the mine?”
“Yes. There is an opportunity here to get in on the ground floor of an incredible enterprise. By the very nature of the enterprise, only a few people will be involved. There won’t be competition for the mineral wealth in North Korea. Instead, there will be one state-owned company extracting it inside the country, and one foreign firm handling everything else outside of the country.”
Riley held up a finger. “One firm.”
“New World Metals.”
“That’s just the name this week, the operation to get the equipment and personnel into the country. Óscar Roblas has a hundred companies under him, and he’ll create a hundred more. Shipping, materials, purchasing, marketing…” Riley smiled now. “External security. Each venture will grow and grow until they explode in value, because he is North Korea’s man. Once North Korea gets their shipment of flotation cells, nothing will stop them.”
“And how does any of that help you? You are Sharps’s man.”
Riley waved away the comment. “I’m my own man. Duke is hell-bent on keeping his involvement limited to the business intelligence field. I see the opportunities as being much broader, and I see Sharps’s ideas as being too narrow in scope. North Korea will come around to my understanding.”
Veronika nodded. “So you went directly to the North Koreans and told them you were there for them. You would help them by going even further than Sharps. You’d help them kill people on the streets of America, if that’s what they wanted.”
“I am doing both entities a favor. All three, if you count Óscar Roblas. Sharps gets plausible deniability. I work for Roblas and General Ri, North Korea’s intelligence chief, directly.”
“And they cut you in?”
“That’s the idea.”
Veronika thought over everything that she was hearing. She didn’t understand why Riley was telling her all this. She could turn right around and tell Sharps that his number-two man was doing an end run around his clients.
She’d been in this business long enough to trust her instincts, and for a brief moment she wondered if she might be in some danger here. Was Riley here to eliminate her as payback for Vegas?
She leaned forward a little, ready to leap for the kitchen and the knife rack if he made any sudden moves. It seemed highly improbable, but the stakes had been rising on this New World Metals operation from the beginning.
Riley said, “If you don’t know it yet, you are done with Sharps. You are going down for the mistake in Las Vegas.”
“But—”
“Call him yourself. I’m here to deliver your marching orders.”
Riley added, “But even though he can’t use you anymore, I can.”
Martel understood, or at least she thought she did. She leaned back now; gone was any faint concern she had for her well-being, replaced now by anger and indignation. Riley was going to try to recruit her into his scheme, as if she were some sort of cheap agent who would flip at the drop of a hat. He thought he could control her by getting her fired by Sharps, so she’d have no choice but to ally herself with him.
Ridiculous. She’d been spied on by the North Koreans. Now Riley was extorting her to join him as an accessory to murder for a rogue regime.
That wasn’t going to get her back to Paris. No, she wouldn’t play ball.