Visions of Liberty

Chapter 19

"What"s the time?" asked Joe.

"Six." Molly said. "Oh . . . and everybody else is wondering if you want them to stay another night, or can they all go home?"

I looked at Joe. "Tell "em to go home, sleep-and keep their phones on in case we need "em at three o"clock in the morning."

"Thanks, Molly," I said.

As she closed the door Joe stirred himself, stretched and sat up. He reached for the still-unopened packet of Maui Wowie Lights lying on his desk and pulled out a joint. "Time to look at that holo," he said.



Joe and I shared a large office. Our desks half-faced each other so we could work privately or talk when we wanted to. A couple of very comfortable sofas lined the opposite wall-they"d proved their worth this week. The books and bookshelves from Murdock"s office had been set up against the wall to Joe"s left.

"Any inspirations?" I asked, waving at the books.

"Needle in a haystack. I think that"s a red herring. My gut has been bugging me about that holo; maybe, that"s where we"ll find our lead. Not in those books. . . . Heard from Andy?"

I shook my head. "Let"s give him a call and see what he"s got."

"No need-he"ll call in when he"s ready."

Joe punched a b.u.t.ton on his keyboard and the holo shimmered in the center of the room for a moment before stabilizing.

"This is hardly what I"d have chosen for a Friday night movie."

Joe grinned. "Me neither. I"d rather watch the football. So let"s run it-maybe we can catch the end of the game."

Fat chance. Having seen it before, I had trouble keeping awake. Joe on the other hand looked like he was going to fall asleep at any moment, only moving to munch on pizza. But he was actually in a highly alert, trancelike state. Which deepened as the smoke in the room thickened. Just when he looked like he"d finally dozed off he"d wind the holo back saying, "Look at this."

Dinner was over, but the five of them were still at the dining table. Murdock and Ackerman were toasting each other. "To our partnership," said Ackerman. "May it prosper," said Murdock. "He doesn"t mean it," said Joe.

Joe wound the holo back and locked it onto Murdock"s face and zoomed in. When Murdock said, "May it prosper," he looped it, so Murdock said the same words over and over again.

"Look at his face," Joe said. "It"s wooden. That smile is forced. He"s lying through his teeth."

We know that, I thought. Just that morning he"d stripped the money out of the partnerships. He"s ready to run. I also knew better than to interrupt Joe when he was following his nose. I knew what he was trying to do: get inside their minds.

Joe then ran through the same scene again, with the perspective locked onto Ackerman. "He doesn"t notice."

"What?" I asked.

"He can"t see it. He"s enthusiastic. Maybe he was one of those people who can"t read faces; insensitive."

"Maybe he"s too drunk or stoned."

"Maybe," said Joe. But he didn"t believe it.

I only perked up when the women stripped off. No-I don"t "get off" from watching other people have s.e.x. These three women, though, were something to look at. Like watching a beauty contest. And Ackerman"s wife, Sophia, was the clear winner.

"There it is. That"s why my nose has been twitching. It"s not Murdock at all."

I couldn"t figure out what Joe was talking about.

"Look at this." Joe locked the holo on Sophia Ackerman"s face. Even I could see it now: she and Murdock weren"t s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g: they were making love. Or she was: it was written all over her face.

Then Joe flicked to Annabelle Pearson. For just a moment there was a look of pure hatred on her face.

Joe froze the picture, zoomed out, and it was clear that Annabelle Pearson was looking at Sophia and Murdock making love.

One more flick and we were looking at Sophia Ackerman. Just for a second, a look of disgust crossed her face: at that moment she was looking at her husband.

"That"s it," said Joe. "The eternal triangle. Or quadrangle, in this case. If we can"t follow the money, we can follow the s.e.x."

He punched his phone. "Andy. I want a twenty-four-hour tail on Mrs. Murdock and Annabelle Pearson . . . Yes, starting right now. . . . Call anyone you need: this has got to be tight. You"ve all got to be ready to follow them wherever they go. . . . Sure, hire all the extra help you need. . . . Yeah, right, tell everyone to have their bags packed. And make sure your cards are loaded with cash: one of those women is going to lead us to Murdock as sure as my name is Joe Herrera, and you"ve got to be ready to go wherever in the world they go."

For a while Joe listened, muttering, "Yeah," "Okay," "Good," and so on. Finally, "Okay, I"m on my way,"

and put the phone down.

"Where?" I asked.

"Murdock"s apartment. I"m meeting Andy there."

"My G.o.d, it"s getting on for midnight!"

"Well, I"m in the mood right now."

"What"s Andy found out?"

"Oh, this and that. Sort of mood stuff. I"ll fill you in tomorrow."

"Is that it?" I asked, motioning to the holo.

"Oh yeah, we"re finished with that. My nose has stopped itching." With relief, I switched the holo off and the room was clear at last.

Joe grabbed his coat and waved "goodbye" as he ran out the door. I"ve no idea where his energy came from; it just made me feel even more tired.

And then the phone rang. Who could be calling at this time of night? Maybe it was Sophia Ackerman looking for a date. I must have been dreaming.

"Hullo. Is this San Francisco Investigations?" said a voice I didn"t recognize. It was English English, but with a faint trace of a foreign accent I couldn"t place. No face appeared on the screen to help me out.

"Yes," I replied.

"Oh, good morning, Ray."

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Oh, sorry. It"s too early in the morning to show my face. Gunter Lattman here."

"Gunter! You got my message? What time is it in Zurich?"

"About eight-thirty. What are you doing in the office so late?"

"Working, more"s the pity."

"I went quickly through the Murdock stuff you sent me. There"s no way I can get information out of a Swiss bank without a Swiss court order. And Swiss courts don"t recognize your murder penalties. If we found Murdock here we could lock him up for you-but that wouldn"t get you any money out of him."

"All-Risks is going to file in a Zurich court bright and early Monday morning."

"That"ll take weeks if you"re lucky. Months more likely. And even then, the Swiss court isn"t going to give you-or me-access to Swiss bank records. Not for murder."

"Yeah, that"s what I thought."

"All they could do is arrest him if he was found here."

"There"s another case against Murdock in court right now. For theft."

"That"s different," said Gunter, enthusiasm showing in his voice at last. "If you can show there"s stolen money in a Swiss bank, well . . ."

"Murdock"s flown the coop. He didn"t show up in court today, and he won"t show up next week. So it should be open and shut."

"Okay. You"ve still got to get a Swiss court order. But that"s a lot easier for theft. Do you want me help you get that done?"

"I"m pretty sure All-Risks will take care of that. I"ll check and let you know. Main thing is we want to see those records as soon as possible after we get the order. Can you set that up?"

"That I can do."

"Great. I have to hit the sack. I"ll talk to All-Risks and get back to you next week."

"Fine. Good night."

After I"d closed up the office-kind of Joe to leave that to me-I slumped into my car, ordered it to take me "Home, Jeeves," reclined the seat and dozed while the roadnet took me there. When the car pulled into the garage I was sound asleep: it had to wake me up.

On Monday the Eighth Army called for a truce and pulled out. My bank account was flusher by 5,400 gold ounces. The rest of the week was downhill from there.

Tuesday Murdock was found guilty of theft; Thursday a Swiss court gave us access to Murdock"s bank records (which impressed Gunter no end. "All-Risks must have pulled a lot of strings to get the hearing done so fast," he told us); and Friday we had copies.

All the money had flown. To places like Nauru, the Cook Islands, Pitcairn and other sandbars that made Mafia, Inc. look like first-prize winners in a gabfest.

The money trail was a dead end.

Meanwhile our phones were ringing off the hook with more red herrings, thanks to Berkshire"s reward. . . .

WANTED.

for Murder and Theft: 1,000auREWARD Gerald Murdock has been declared an outlaw and a renegade under the rules of the American Insurance a.s.sociation. A reward of 1,000 gold ounces will be paid to the person who provides information leading to his arrest.

Outlawmeans that no client of any AIA member is insured for any dealing with Gerald Murdock other than self-defence.

Renegademeans that any member of the public who apprehends, arrests, or detains Gerald Murdock or a.s.sists in doing so will be considered a bonded representative of the AIA under its rules.

People were told to contact us-and they did. Within two days, Murdock had been sighted in fifty-five countries, every major city in North America and half the small towns.

Luckily for us, Berkshire paid for all the extra staff, phone lines and follow-up on all the leads, just as Noni had promised.

Noni-and Fritz-weren"t quite so understanding on everything else.

Eventually, after several meetings, some of them heated, they had to agree that with the money trail dead and none of the leads leading us anywhere Joe"s instinct to "follow the s.e.x" was all that was left.

"And if he dumpsboth women?" Noni asked.

Joe and I could only shrug.

Some three months later I"d just gotten to sleep when a phone call from Andy woke me.

"I"m on a rocket to Tokyo. Just took off."

"So? What? Why?"

"I nearly lost her on the way to the airport."

"Who?"

"Sophia Ackerman. Are you asleep or something?"

"I was."

"I didn"t get a chance to call in earlier. We land in Tokyo in forty-five minutes and I"m going to need backup."

"Okay. I"ll call you back."

It was a wild night. We couldn"t arrange backup in time. Luckily, Andy kept up with her as she got on the Mag-Lev to Osaka. When the train arrived he had all the help he needed.

She took him on a merry chase, from Osaka to Shanghai, to Singapore, to Hong Kong and finally Manila. At each stop she changed her appearance. And at each stop from Osaka on, a female operative followed her into the bathroom. Otherwise we might have lost her entirely: each time, she had a new ident.i.ty to go with each disguise.

She ended up in a condo in a high-security walled and gated village.

Andy sent us a picture of the happy couple by the condo pool.

"My G.o.d," said Joe, "I"d never have recognized him. But it has to be him."

Murdock had a goatee and mustache, had changed his hair and eye color (contacts, I figured), and had picked up a new nose somewhere along the line.

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