“Max told me a bit about him. Actually, he told me a bit about all of you.” She smiled. “Quite a collection of pirates you’ve put together.”
He chuckled. “Brigands and privateers every man jack of them, and in all my life I’ve never worked with a finer team. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give you the nickel tour and introduce you around.”
“I know you’ve been busy. Linda was kind enough to play docent.” She waved her hands down the length of her body. “And to let me borrow some clothes from your Magic Shop.”
“And your cabin. Is it all right?”
Her eyes went wide with delight. “All right? It’s bigger than my flat in London, and if you find the marble tub missing after I’m gone, don’t be surprised. You do seem to enjoy life’s finer things. The food rivals Cunard, and Maurice, the steward, is an absolute love.”
“Just because we’re in a savage business doesn’t mean we have to act like savages.”
“How did you become, well, mercenaries, I suppose?”
Juan indicated for Tory to take the closest seat. This one was Max’s and it seemed to swallow her. “When the Cold War ended I knew that the global polarity that had kept the world in check for a half century was over. Regional conflicts were bound to erupt, and the need to provide security services would grow. That’s why I created the Corporation. As for the Oregon, well, rather than base my outfit in some country where I’d be subjected to their laws, I decided that using a ship would give me the freedom we would need.”
“And you do this for the money?”
“I’m as much a capitalist as the next man, but I’m also particular about my clients.”
“I think you are more particular than you are capitalistic.”
Juan laughed again. “Maurice has been gossiping.”
“He thinks the world of you.” Tory smiled. “Actually, your whole crew does. I’ve heard you’ve turned down some very lucrative offers in the past few years.”
“And accepted some, too.”
“You know what I’m saying. This isn’t all about the money.”
“Let’s just say it’s pretty gratifying to get paid to do what you know is right. How about you, madam investigator? Did you take your job with Lloyd’s because their ad in the Financial Times promised more pay than becoming a stockbroker?”
“Touché.” She sipped from her own bottle of beer. “So, do you have any theories about what’s going on?”
“Theories, yes. Answers, no. Especially since we lost our last link in the chain.”
“Franklin hasn’t forgiven himself, you know.”
“He and Eddie are best friends. He won’t forgive himself until he knows Eddie’s safe. That reminds me.” Juan jumped down from his stool and grabbed a portfolio from the deck. He handed it to Tory. “The computer finished with this about an hour ago. You might find it interesting.”
“What is it?” Tory asked, opening the crisp leather cover.
“Translation of what we found in the briefcase you recovered from Singh’s car. In a nutshell it lists every ship his group has hijacked over the past several years from all over the Pacific. I imagine it can close a number of your cases
. Most of the ships were scrapped at Karamita, but some are still sailing under flags of convenience for dummy companies Singh controls.”
“Controlled,” Tory corrected without looking up from the book.
“Unfortunately,” Juan continued, “there’s nothing about what the Maus’s sister ship, Souri, has been doing since Singh bought her. I suspect that there are other ships she’s transported, perhaps a great many, that Singh kept in another ledger to compartmentalize this particular aspect of his criminal fiefdom.”
She looked up. “Why would he do that?”
“No idea.”
“What if he doesn’t control this aspect of his criminal fiefdom?”
Juan leaned forward in his chair, sensing she might have something. “Anton Savich?”
“Max told me that’s a name that has cropped up all during your investigation, although I confess I never came across his name during mine.”