“How much is a sure thing worth?”
“Fifty million dollars.”
Brekker heard laughter coming from the warehouse floor.
“What makes you think I even have that kind of money?”
“Because Alastair Lynch told us about the meth shipment in that fire truck down there. Fifty million dollars’ worth headed to Indonesia.” Brekker neglected to mention the fact that he didn’t know which fire truck it was.
“And if I refuse your offer?”
“Then the National Police Force will be making a raid on this facility in the very near future, and you’ll be out fifty million dollars anyway.”
“Then you won’t have Typhoon.”
“I’ll just have to take my chances that I can find the cargo on my own.”
“All right. When do you want the money?”
“According to Lynch, the meth is scheduled to be delivered in a week. I expect the money to be wired to my account the same day you receive payment.”
“How do I know you’ll tell me the location of the shipwreck once you have the money?”
“I’m going to tell you before you wire the money.”
Silence.
“What’s the catch?” Locsin asked.
“The catch is that if you don’t wire the money once I tell you the location, I’ll blow up the entire shipwreck and everything in it. You’ll get nothing.”
“I’ll have to verify the ship is there first before I pay you.”
“Of course,” Brekker said. “That won’t be hard to do before the meth arrives in Indonesia. And when I get the money, I’ll tell you how to disable the explosives. They’ll obviously be booby-trapped, so don’t try to disarm them without my instructions. Do we have a deal?”
“We have one other problem,” Locsin said. “There’s someone else after the Typhoon drug. His name is Juan Cabrillo.”
“Yes, you mentioned him. That sounds like it falls under the category of ‘not my problem.’”
“It’s your problem if he finds the ship before you do.”
“He won’t. I’m the only one who knows it’s there and what’s inside.”
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“The woman who got away from me. She’s heard everything you just said. She works with Cabrillo.”
“Then I suggest you find her and get rid of her. Again, not my problem. I repeat, do we have a deal?”
While he waited for Locsin’s answer, Brekker heard Van Der Waal speaking in his earpiece. “We’ve got movement at the airport crash tender.”
Brekker released the microphone button and replied, “One of Locsin’s men?”
“No, we’ve got them all accounted for. I think it’s the woman.”
“Take her out. We’ll do it as a favor to Locsin.”
“I don’t have a clean shot. Now I can see the cab door opening. The dead guy in the driver’s seat just fell over.”