The Captain gave her a little wave when she walked in. “I ordered you coffee,” he said, pointing to a cup. “Patrick said you liked it.”
In the bright light he looked even whiter than she remembered. And in the small confines of the shop he looked even larger, a mountain of a man, and she was again taken aback by how startlingly blue his eyes were. If she had been meeting him for the first time, the impression would have been overwhelming.
She steadied herself and sat down. “We have to stop meeting like this,” she said.
His eyes twinkled, amused maybe, curious certainly, involved most definitely. “We have a problem, I hear.”
She noticed his use of we. This was, at the very least, going to cost her money. “We do,” she said.
“Unfortunate.”
“For no one more than me.”
“Seto was either rather clever or rather stupid. Patrick wasn’t sure which because he said you spoke to him in Chinese.”
“It was necessary for him to understand that I had been sent from Hong Kong.”
“And all that entails, implied or otherwise.”
“Implied.”
“But still effective.”
“Normally.”
“So you got what you wanted except for a minor twist?”
“If you want to call it minor.”
The Captain bit into a chocolate-coated doughnut. “I eat these every day and then rush home to take my cholesterol medication,” he said.
“Do you have a way to resolve this minor twist?”
“Yes, I probably do. But as I said to Patrick, what’s the point of exerting all that effort — and spending all that money — getting you and Seto there if the bank won’t cooperate?”
“I’ll handle the bank.”
“You sound so confident.”
“Just get me and Seto there and I’ll find a way to handle the bank.”
“You will find a way or you have a way? The difference is not inconsequential. I mean, you’re asking to us spend a considerable amount of capital — both financial and personal — assisting you to get to the British Virgin Islands. What if you fail? How do we get compensated?”
“How much do you want?” she asked.
“No, no, no,” he said, looking offended by the question. “You’re going about this in entirely the wrong way. This is not just about money. This is about making use of friends and contacts whom I don’t want to embarrass if things go awry. Friends and contacts whom I don’t want subjected to questions from their lords and masters. Friends and contacts I still want to have five years from now.”
“So this isn’t about money?”
“I said this is not just about money.”
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
“A plan. I want you to give me a plan for extracting the money from the bank. If I think the plan can work, then we can move on to the other details.”
It was, she thought, not an unreasonable request. It was even, she thought, a perfectly sensible request. He could have demanded more money, found a way to shuffle her and Seto to the BVI or somewhere close by, and then washed his hands of them both as he pocketed the funds. The only problem was that he was now becoming a partner, and the cost of business had just skyrocketed. It was a good thing Seto had that extra two million in his account.
“I’ll have something by tomorrow,” she said, having no idea how.
“Good. Tell Patrick when you’re ready to chat and I’ll make myself available.” He waved his arm at the shop. “We meet here more often than not — we own it. There’s a camera overhead and microphones dotted about here and there. I like to bring my political friends here. They think I’m slumming,” he said smoothly.
Ava wasn’t sure she believed him. If it was true and he thought sharing that confidence with her would earn trust, he was going to be disappointed. In her eyes the Captain was now more dangerous.
“I’d like to go back to the hotel; I don’t need the distractions at the house. Can you leave your men there overnight?”
“Consider it done.”
(28)
Ava bought a bottle of white wine at the hotel bar and carried it in an ice bucket to her room. The air conditioning had been turned off again. She swore as she restarted it. Then she poured herself a glass and settled into the rattan chair. “Time to think,” she said to herself.
It took her an hour to create a scenario that just might work. She called Patrick. “Where are you?”
“At Seto’s house.”
“Could you come and get me?”
Ava was quiet in the truck. She could tell that Patrick was anxious to ask her questions. But there was nothing to be said until she had a firmer grasp on the plan, and when she did it would be the Captain she would speak to first.
Seto was sitting in the kitchen, still handcuffed and taped to the chair. She thought he was sleeping until he raised his head at the sound of feet crossing the tiled floor. She touched him on the arm and said in Cantonese, “I need your email password.”
“Waterrat.”
The man has no imagination, she thought. She had the Barrett’s Bank file in her hand. She opened it and looked at some of the most recent correspondence. Several names and email addresses were involved.
“Who is your primary contact at Barrett’s?”
“Jeremy Bates.”
“Is he the manager?”
“Yeah. It’s a small staff. Jeremy handles most of the clients.”
She climbed the stairs to his office. One of the cops sat on the floor outside the master bedroom. “Everything okay?” she asked.
“The woman started wailing a while ago. I had to shut her up.”
Ava didn’t ask how.
The computer was still online. She accessed Seto’s email account and brought up his address book. There was a Jeremy Bates listed. She checked it against the email address she had in the Barrett’s file. They matched. She then hit messages sent, typed in bates, and requested a search. There were close to twenty emails that had gone back and forth. She took notice of Seto’s style. His tone was more formal than she had thought it would be. Also more candid — Seto hadn’t been reluctant to discuss his financial affairs.
She began composing an email to Jeremy Bates. Hi, Mr. Bates, I’m coming to Road Town on February 26 or 27. I will be making a wire transfer to Hong Kong in the amount of $7,000,000. I would appreciate it if you could have the paperwork organized for me. I will be bringing a Ms. Ava Lee with me to the office. She is the accountant for the firm in Hong Kong that we are doing business with. Ms. Lee is there to confirm the wire transfer in the amount specified. You have my permission to share any and all information regarding the S amp;A account with her. Once our travel arrangements have been confirmed I will contact you to set a date and time for us to meet at your office. Yours sincerely,
Jackson Seto.
She clicked the save draft icon.
It was lunchtime in Hong Kong. She phoned Uncle. “I’m still in Guyana and I’m still working on getting this project finished,” she said quickly. “It’s going to be two days more, maybe three, maybe four. I’m getting there, but progress is slower than expected.”
“Any specific reason for the delay?”
“I have to go to the BVI.”
She could almost feel his grip tightening on the phone. “That wasn’t the plan,” he said.
“The plan had to be changed. The outcome will be the same.”
“Are you going alone?”
“No,” she said. “Seto is coming with me, and I’m going to bring Derek down to help.”
“Is it that complicated?”
“I just need an extra pair of capable hands,” she said. Uncle would be even more nervous now, knowing she had to bring Derek Liang into the picture. He had worked with her on five other occasions, and every one of them had been problematic or worse.
“If you think it is necessary,” he said quietly, after a pause.
At the very outset of their relationship, Ava had been present at a meeting between Uncle and a Macau businessman who wanted to hire them. Despite his need for their assistance, he played his cards close to his chest, giving them the absolute minimum amount of information. Uncle had grown impatient with the man’s vagueness and began asking questions that became more and more pointed. Finally the man threw up his hands and said, “Believe me, you have enough information. Trust me, trust me — you have everything you need.”