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chapter twenty
Roarke waited, standing by the south window while Mick put on trousers. He kept his hands in his pockets, his eyes on the trees, and the high stone wall beyond them.
He’d used the trees, the lavish roll of lawn, the flowers, and that stone, to build a place. His place. A spot of beauty and comfort in a world that held too much pain. He’d used it, he knew, to prove to himself that the slums and miseries of Dublin were far behind him, too far behind to pant hot breath on his neck.
And so he had invited into that place, that home, a reminder of what had never really stopped chasing him. He’d invited in a friend of his childhood who had become a betrayer of his present.
“Was it only for the money, Mick? Was it only for the profit?”
“Sure it’s easy for you to say that in a deriding voice, Your Highness, when you’re rolling in the stuff. Of course it was for the money. Jesus, my take will top twenty-five million at a coast. And it was for the fun. Have you really forgotten how much bloody fun it is?”
“Have you forgotten, Mick, that however shaky the code might be, it sticks when it comes to betraying a friend?”
“Well, for God’s sake, Roarke, it’s not like it was your money I’m after putting in my pocket.” Mick sighed, and buttoning his shirt walked over to fetch the decanter of whiskey. He poured two glasses, and when Roarke still didn’t turn at the sound of striking glass, shrugged and sipped his own.
“All right, I admit it was a fine line, and maybe I’ve stomped over to the other side of it. I’ve a bit of envy in me for what you’ve managed to accumulate over the years since we parted ways.”
“A fine line?” Thinking of brutal and senseless murder, Roarke did turn. “Is that what it is to you?”
“Listen.” Impatient now, and a little embarrassed by it all, Mick gestured with his glass. “I was approached about the job. The actress’s son started the ball rolling, and it gathered some steam. By the time it got to me, it was well-formed. The truth is, I didn’t think you’d mind so much. Over the past few days I’ve come to see I miscalculated that end of it considerably. But I was too far into the matter to back out. Now, of course . . .” He shrugged again, casting off millions as he might a missed meal. “How the devil do you figure it? How’d you know a heist was in the works, and pin it down to me?”
“Connections, Mick.” Studying his friend’s face, Roarke began to do fresh calculations. “Magda’s son to Naples’s son, to Hinrick, to Gerade. I found it odd you never mentioned Naples as a possible when Eve asked you about the Hagues in Cornwall.”
“Name sort of stuck in my throat, seeing the position I was in. As for Hinrick, he stepped out even before I was in it,” Mick told him. “Pissed Naples off royal, I’m told. So you knew about the boy. Pitiful little weasel that gorgeous example of female managed to birth if you’re asking me. Had every advantage all of his useless life and still whines for more. Didn’t make his own, like you and me.”
Mick glanced around the room. He’d enjoyed his stay, on a great many levels. But it looked like he’d be packing his bags sooner than later. “So, what do we do now? You aren’t going to turn me over to your lovely wife, the cop, are you? After all, I’ve not done anything as yet, in actuality.”
“I want Naples.”
“Ah, now, Roarke, you’re putting my ass in a sling there.”
“And Yost.”
“What in God’s green earth have I to do with the likes of Sylvester Yost?”
“You’re Naples’s man and so is he. And he’s killed two of my people so that the lot of you can get closer to the money.”
“You’re talking gibberish. Yost’s not in this. True enough Naples might’ve put him on Britt and Joe, God rest them. But that’s nothing to do with my dealings
with the man. I’ve never met Yost, thank the saints. Never had truck with him. You know that’s not my style.”
“It hasn’t been, but it’s been a long time between for us, Mick. Naples set me up, and he’s used two of my people like pawns. Today, Yost went for Summerset.”
“Summerset?” The liquor left in Mick’s glass sloshed. “You’re trying to tell me Naples set Yost on Summerset? You’ve got to be mistaken. What purpose would there be in. . .”
His eyes never left Roarke’s, but they went wide. As his color drained, he reached out blindly for the back of a chair. Levering himself around it, he sat.
“Oh Jesus. Oh Christ Jesus.” Because his hands shook, he vised them around the glass, downed the rest of the whiskey. “Are you sure of this? Are you without a doubt sure of this?”
“I am.” After a moment, Roarke crossed over, picked up the bottle. He brought it back and filled Mick’s glass again. “He’s killed two people who work for me, the second being a friend as well. It scatters the focus, draws the police—in the name of my lovely wife—off any scent there might be around the auction.”
“No, no, that’s why I’m here. To keep you occupied, to get close. That, and me being one of the few around who could set a workable scheme for a job like this. I was to whet your interest in a deal or two. If your cop wasn’t busy on her own, I was to keep the two of you bustling around me on a personal level. Charm her, so to speak. And being right inside the house, I’d know, you see, of any changes you’d be making for the security. In addition to that, I could keep the arm on Magda’s boy if he waffled. Liza has him under control, but—”
“Ah, I wondered about her. My cop has been busy on her own, hasn’t she, Mick? And myself as well. If they’d succeeded with Summerset today, just how much of my attention do you think I’d have left to give to the auction?”
“I didn’t know of this.” Mick squared his shoulders, looked Roarke dead in the eye. “I swear that to you on my life. I would never have done this. It was a big job, an exciting one, and it gave me the added boost of finally being able to best you in something. I never could, and always wanted to. You were never like the rest of us, you know. You always had something extra. I wanted that. I’d have stolen from you, Roarke, and enjoyed it. I’d have laughed about it, bragged on it, the rest of my days. But not this. I’d never have taken part in murder.”
“That was the part I couldn’t get to fit.”
