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Tikhonov now had investments in companies around the world, though primarily in Russia, Europe, and the United States. He held forty-nine percent of Diamond Development in Philadelphia, while the other fifty-one percent—the majority of shares—was owned by minority investors or minority-owned companies, including one Urban Ventures LLC.
Tikhonov was quietly friendly with various members of the Russian mafia, a group viewed as far more merciless than the Italian mob. It was said that the only reason the Russians hadn’t come in and simply wiped out La Cosa Nostra was that they felt the crimes of the Sicilians—petty by comparison—weren’t really competition. The Wops kept the cops plenty busy chasing cheap hookers and sports bookies, and were thus a convenient diversion from the Russians’ own high-dollar illicit activities, everything from corporate fraud to money laundering.
Badde had learned that it didn’t take a mathematical whiz to put two and two together and figure out that a lot of the investment money going into the Diamond Development projects was dirty cash getting cleansed.
But no one—particularly a politician hoping to run for mayor of Philadelphia in the next election—was ever going to question the minority lead investors (brought together by Tikhonov) about where their funds had been borrowed from (venture capital firms serving as shells for the Russian mob).
If that happened, the money—and the “multipurpose professional entertainment venue” and other major projects—would find a city not so inquisitive and unfriendly to capital investment.
Jan Harper took a bite of her crab cake appetizer, then carefully picked up her martini glass and sipped the bright green appletini.
“Seriously,” Badde said, nodding after taking a swallow of his vodka-and-tonic cocktail. “Who’s anyone going to believe more? The office of a city councilman or a bunch of Dago dirt movers? I’ve got that possible liability—”
“Plausible deniability, Rapp,” she interrupted, her tone now slightly disgusted. “I told you that it’s called plausible deniability. What you deny is believable. And to that point, I’m not sure that’s the case here. Three people are dead, and it looks like HUD sent a crew out to do it.”
She looked at him as she went to sip her martini.
He looks pissed. And he is.
But it’s not because I corrected him.
It’s because I interrupted.
Badde then shrugged. “I don’t know. If we didn’t do it, then we didn’t do it.”
“It’s perception,” Jan said. “People believe what they see, not necessarily what the facts are.”
“Then maybe we can blame it on miscommunications. Throw some poor campaign volunteer under the bus.” He paused in thought. “Actually, that might be a really good idea. An extra diversion.”
Jan Harper didn’t say anything, but she was coming to realize that the more she knew H. Rapp Badde, Jr., the more she found that he wasn’t at all shy about making people sacrificial lambs for his purposes.
Sure, it’s not unusual in politics, where the rule is always to protect the politician.
But he almost does it for blood sport.
And who’s to say he wouldn’t do it to me?
Jan glanced around the room, then looked at Badde, who she saw was also scanning the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes went wide.
“Don’t look now,” he said, looking behind her toward the entrance. “Wait till I tell you.”
“What?”
“Yuri just walked in.”
She turned. When she saw him, she smiled and waved once, then turned back toward Badde.
Yuri Tikhonov had a slender, compact, five-foot-five frame. His dark hair was cut stylishly long, the back touching his collar. He had a narrow face with piercing blue-gray eyes. He wore a custom-made dark two-piece suit and ice-blue shirt with French cuffs.
Tikhonov was making a direct line for the table, stopping only to shake hands with a few of the well-dressed men and kiss the cheeks of many more ladies.
Badde, still looking in his direction, was starting to stand. He said somewhat disgustedly, “The bastard acts like he owns the place.”
Jan said simply, “He does, Rapp. I thought you knew.”
When she saw him standing, she suddenly said in a loud whisper: “Badde!”
He looked at her with an annoyed expression that was meant to say What now?
