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“Lexington Avenue would be the nearest place,” Kerry said. “There’s all sorts of shops there, and semi-industrial places like dry cleaners and shoe repair shops. He could rent a room on Lex.”
“All right,” Lance said, “we’ll canvas every building on Lexington from, say, Seventy-second to Fifty-seventh Streets, and if we don’t come up with anything there, we’ll start on Third Avenue, but we’re going to need manpower.” He picked up the phone. “Get me Lieutenant Dino Bacchetti at the One-Nine,” he said. “That part of town is on Dino’s patch; let’s let him earn his consulting fee. He’s going to have to work without warrants, so tell him to tell his men to tread lightly and get permission from supers.”
TEDDY ARRIVED back at his Lexington Avenue workshop at midnight. He had bought the cab driver dinner on Staten Island, paid a two-hundred-dollar cab fare and tipped the driver a hundred, making his day.
He had just gotten his luggage up the stairs when his cell phone rang.
“Yes?”
“It’s Irene.”
“Hi, there. You okay?”
“Well, you scared the shit out of me this morning.”
“What did I do this morning?”
“When I got to work, Hugh English was poring over a memo from Payroll about the absence of time sheets for one Charles Lockwood. Sound familiar?”
“Uh-oh.”
“Don’t worry, I squared it. I told Payroll that Lockwood was out of town on assignment for another month or six weeks and couldn’t be reached.”
“What did you tell English?”
“That Lockwood works in Intelligence, and Payroll had sent the memo in error. You need to do some more work on Lockwood’s background; there was no transcript from Groton. I also told Hugh I’m retiring, and he recommended St. Barts. So did Lance Cabot, for that matter.”
“So nobody will think it odd when you start looking there.”
“Nope, I’ve put them on notice. Hugh says maybe he’ll retire there, too, and be my neighbor.”
Teddy laughed. “Fat chance.”
“Right. He won’t go until they shoot him.”
“I see you’re having Lockwood’s pay sent to a Cayman bank. Is that going to give them a trail to follow?”
“Nah, it’s being sent from there to a bank in Singapore. They can look for me in Singapore, if they like.”
“How long before you can meet me in St. Barts?”
“I’ll probably get there first,” Teddy said.
“You’re winding it up?”
“Just one more little job to do.”
“Ben Saud?”
“It’s better if I don’t tell you who or when. Or how I’m going to get to St. Barts.”
“Fine by me. Will you let me know when you’re there?”
“I’ll call you on this phone and say that I’m somewhere in the Middle East.”
“Okay.”
“If I’m blown and shouldn’t go to St. Barts, say, ”I hear Iraq is nice this time of year.“”
