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ties were shuttered when I was there."
"Yes, ma'am. Lost sixty percent of our revenue and the company was in the red. Mr. Walker was used to a nice lifestyle. A couple of his ex-wives were too. Along with his present one and she was thirty years younger than him. Without a good income she might not've been too inclined to hang around."
"Was it his Aston Martin in the lot?" Sachs asked.
"Yes. One of his. He's got three."
"Oh. Well. Three."
"But it was more than that. He believed--I believed too--that the company was doing good work, good for the country. The rifle system for the drone, for instance. And that was just one of them. It was important work. We needed to keep the company afloat."
Swann continued, "Orders weren't coming from the U.S. like they used to so Mr. Walker ramped up business in other countries. But there's a huge surplus of arms out there. Not much demand. So he created some."
Nance Laurel asked, "By bribing officers and defense ministers in the armed services in Latin America, right?"
"Exactly. Africa and the Balkans too. Middle East some but you've got to be careful there. Don't want to be found out selling weapons to any insurgents who take out U.S. soldiers. Okay, Simon Flores, Moreno's guard, was with the Brazilian army. Mr. Walker's Latin American operation is based in Sao Paulo and so Flores was real aware of the bribes. When he left the army he took plenty of proof with him--enough to put Mr. Walker away for the rest of his life. Flores started blackmailing him.
"Flores had met Moreno and liked the work he was doing. Moreno hired him to be his guard. I guess Flores figured it'd be a good cover. He could travel around with Moreno throughout the Caribbean, buy property, invest the cash, hit the offshore banks--and still get to play soldier as a bodyguard." A glance toward Rhyme. "And, yeah, you got it right. Flores didn't think it was smart to come to our home turf on May first. And Mr. Walker was worried that the subject would come up."
Sachs asked, "And you faked the intel about Moreno?"
"No, it wasn't faked. But selective, I guess you could say. I emphasized the fertilizer bomb materials. Then NIOS issued the STO, effective May ninth, and I took a trip down to Nassau to wait for the fireworks. Afterward, we were sure the whole thing would go away but then we heard about your case against Metzger and Barry Shales. Mr. Walker had me do what I could to stop it from going forward. Oh, Metzger didn't know what I was up to, by the way. Yeah, he wanted Walker and all his other suppliers to lose evidence and erase emails but that was it."
"Okay, that's enough to get us started," Laurel said. She nodded to Amelia Sachs. "He can go to detention now."
Sachs had a question first, though. "At Walker, why did you come to get me in the lobby? It was a risk. I might've caught a glimpse of you when you were tailing me."
"A risk, sure." Swann gave a shrug. "But you were good. You derailed me a couple of times. I wanted to see you up close. See if you had any liabilities." He nodded at her knee. "Which I found out. If you hadn't been one step ahead of me in Boston's house, it might've turned out different."
Sachs rounded up a couple of uniforms from the NYPD and they helped Swann to his feet and started to direct him to a blue-and-white transport. He paused and turned back. "Oh, one thing. In my house? The basement?"
Sachs nodded.
"You'll find somebody there. A woman. Her name's Carol Fiori. A British tourist."
"What?" Sachs blinked. Laurel took a moment to process this.
"It's a long story but, anyway, she's in the basement."
"You...she's in your basement. Dead? Injured?"
"No, no, no. She's fine. Probably bored. She's handcuffed down there."
"What did you do, rape her?" Laurel asked.
Swann seemed insulted. "Of course not. I made dinner for her is what I did. Asparagus, potatoes Anna and my own version of Veronique--grass-fed veal with grapes and beurre blanc. I have the meat flown in from a special farm in Montana. Best in the world. She didn't eat any. I didn't think she would. But I gave it a shot." He shrugged.
"What were you going to do with her?" Sachs asked.
"I didn't really know," Swann said. "I didn't know."
CHAPTER 92
THE SITE WAS SECURE, Shreve Metzger had been told, and he piloted his government car from the staging area a few blocks away through the trim streets to the home of his administrations director.
His friend.
His Judas.
