“I have to stay here, but I’ll walk you downstairs.”
They walked through the inn to the parking lot, and Dino got behind the wheel.
“I don’t suppose we’ll be seeing each other again,” Carpenter said.
“Oh, I don’t know; I might get to London, from time to time.” He handed her his card. “You might even get to New York.”
“Possible, I suppose. Let me give you a telephone number; memorize it, don’t write it down.” She gave him the number, then repeated it. “If you call that number at any hour of the day or night, you’ll hear a beep; leave a message for Carpenter, and I’ll get back to you when I can.”
“I’m sorry about the device,” he said.
“Spilt milk,” she replied. “They don’t have the electronics to make it work, and they don’t have the software—especially the software. It will take them months, hopefully years, to figure out how to use it, and by that time we’ll have something better.”
Stone offered her his hand, but she snaked an arm around his neck and planted a wet kiss on his ear. “Hope I’ll hear from you,” she said, then she turned and walked back into the Brewer’s Arms.
Stone got into the car, and Dino drove off. “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, gone,” he sighed.
Dino laughed. “And I was looking forward to a finder’s fee.”
As they drove back along the M4, Stone looked out at the rolling landscape. He’d heard that the road had been planned to show off the countryside. “I love this country,” he said. “I feel as though I’ve been here forever.”
“A pretty short forever,” Dino replied.
58
LANCE CABOT WOKE UP IN HIS ZURICH hotel room at noon, wakened by his travel alarm. He showered, shaved, dressed, and applied his false beard, which on inspection in the mirror, he thought very becoming. Maybe he’d better grow one, he thought, since he was going to be hot for a while, even though no one had anything on him. Stan Hedger was his only real worry; Hedger wanted him badly, and he wouldn’t stop looking. He felt sorry about Erica, but he couldn’t contact her for a long time, he knew.
He called Ali’s room. “I’m off,” he said. “As soon as the transaction is complete I’ll pick you up here. Our flight to Cairo isn’t until five o’clock. We’ll change passports again.” He hung up.
Lance arrived at the bank on time. He gave the appropriate name to an officer and was escorted into a conference room. Two men of Middle Eastern appearance sat at the large table. They stood up when he arrived.
“There’s a buzzer on the table, there,” the bank officer said. “Ring when you need me.”
Lance nodded and sat down.
“You have the item?” one of the men asked.
Lance set the catalogue case on the table and opened it. He handed over the device, wrapped in tissue paper.
Nervously, the man on the other side of the table tore away the paper, then held the device in his hands and weighed it. “It’s very light,” he said.
“Very advanced metallurgy,” Lance said. “Are you ready to make the transfer?”
“How do we know this is the device you promised?”
“I would have thought that your people would have been smart enough to send someone with the skills to authenticate it.”
He handed the device to his companion, who inspected it for, perhaps, two minutes, then nodded.
“All right,” the first man said, “we are ready to make the transfer.”
“I think, perhaps, you should put that away,” Lance said, nodding at the device and pushing the catalogue case across the table. When the device was safely in the case, Lance pressed the button.
The bank officer returned with a file folder and sat down at the table. “Have you successfully completed your transaction?” he asked.
“We will have when the funds have been transferred,” Lance said.
“I have made out the paperwork as per your instructions,” the banker said. “Five million dollars to be transferred to your numbered account.”