The Devil's Triangle (A Brit in the FBI 4)

“Quite a few of both kinds. There are thousands of tourists each year who must be protected. And many wealthier people have homes there, so security is considered very important. I have a number of them myself as well.”

“That’s good. I’ll pull feeds from every camera I can access. Where are the entrance and exit points?”

“The ferry landing is the main one, and there are a few private boat docks in the same area, plus several around the island itself. Capri is accessible by helicopter as well.”

“I am going to bet they didn’t come by public transport. It wouldn’t do to carry an unconscious man into a crowd. Let me look at the private boat docks, then I’ll check the helipads.”

Kitsune marveled. It took Adam less than ten minutes to access the cameras he needed.

He started a sweep around the isla

nd, a geographical mapping of the coastline. There were a number of coves where boats were docked. He could see pleasure boats and tourist boats roaring through the waters circumnavigating the island.

“Look, this must be the spot. It’s right down from your place, and there’s a boat waiting. Duh, I should have looked there first thing.”

The boat was a large Codecasa yacht, about forty meters, bobbing gently in the waves of the cove. They watched the four men in a Zodiac with a small outboard motor, zooming toward the yacht.

Adam fiddled with the cameras and was able to focus on the center of the Zodiac, where Grant Thornton lay, still unmoving.

Kitsune’s voice was urgent. “Get the name of that yacht. Please.”

“I’m working on it. I can only look at three angles at a time. I’ll have to drop one.”

“Drop the wide shot. We know what happened up top.”

He narrowed the focus onto the yacht. “They’re pointed the wrong direction. We have to wait for them to leave. I have to say, I am incredibly impressed by your setup.”

“We’re not getting facial matches yet on our other bad guys, and that’s weird. They’re thugs, probably career criminals, just like the other four, but why aren’t they popping right up?”

Kitsune said, “Let’s run their faces against transportation feeds, private airports, especially.”

He thought for a minute. “I can do that. I have access to those databases now. I think I can reconstruct the analytics to see if we can match them that way, might be faster. It’s going to take a while, though. Hey, look. Boat’s leaving. Okay, they’re one-eighty now.” He zoomed in. “Elysian Fields. That’s the boat’s name. Should be easy enough to track them down.”

He flipped open another database, fingers flying. “Got it. Look, Kitsune, here’s our absolute one hundred percent proof.” He pointed to the screen. “Gray found this information earlier, it’s all right here. Black Diamond is a financial entity created by the Genesis Group through a New York holding company. Looks like this arm holds all their western assets for both North and South America, plus the Caribbean. Here, Kitsune, read this.”

Adam pushed the laptop toward her, let her read the financial report he’d just pulled.

Kitsune said, “They bought the boat six years ago from a company in Saudi Arabia, and it’s docked in Bermuda. They really are global, aren’t they?”

She gave him a blazing smile, grabbed his face, and kissed him again. “You have my gratitude forever, Adam. Forever.”

“What’s this, more kisses? What’d you do now, Adam?” Nicholas stepped into the room.

Adam gave Nicholas a cocky grin. “The people who kidnapped Grant Thornton hauled him away in a boat belonging to the Genesis Group. Elysian Fields.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Mike was rubbing her hands together. “A splinter arm called Black Diamond.” She wanted to hoot and holler until she saw Kitsune’s still face. She said with total conviction, “Your husband is alive, Kitsune. They’re not stupid enough to kill him until they have you. We will find him and then we’ll nail these power-mongering—Hey, Nicholas, why are you grinning like an idiot?”

“Kitsune, I’ve confirmed Lilith Forrester-Clarke has been your shadow, for years now. And, not surprising, her interest and focus have intensified the last few months.”

“How do you know this?”

“I called Gray, asked him to look through Lilith’s financials. He accessed photos of you and Grant in the Genesis Group computer assigned to Lilith. The photos date back to when you were playing the role of the young artist in London, prior to your Koh-i-Noor engagement. She’s responsible for bringing you into this, without a doubt.”

“Was it her personally, or do you think she was under instruction to vet me for the Topkapi job?”

Nicholas handed her the sheaf of papers. “See for yourself. Gray sent us everything he could find—it looks like she wanted to know even more, and so she paid a private investigator, an expensive one, out of her own pocket. Because she knew you, admired you and your skills, she recommended you to the Kohaths. She knew you were one of the very few thieves in the world who could steal the staff of Moses from the Topkapi.” He paused a moment. “As you know, the other one died in a fire.”