The Love Scam - MaryJanice Davidson Page 0,78
it,” Delaney told him. “We’ve never had it.”
“Bullshit.”
“Donna’s been dead for months. It would have turned up by now,” she pointed out. Then, colder: “I would have paid you a visit by now.”
“And again I say bullshit. That dim quim wouldn’t have dropped off the grid without giving you what she had.”
“Dim…”
“Oh boy,” Rake muttered.
“… quim?” Delaney wanted to pace—well, she wanted to break Kovac’s nose, blacken his eyes, and then really go to work on him—but time and place, time and place. Unfortunately, there wasn’t room to pace; the windowless office was only about six feet by five, and other than the wooden desk and two chairs filched from the kitchen, the only furniture in the room were multiple heavy bookshelves crammed with any number of heavy old tomes. “D’you want to get down to business, or do you have more insults to run through first?”
“I can do both. And I’m not sure you’re getting it, sunshine. I have to know what Donna Alvah had and where it was, because I fucking hate prison, and while I don’t mind having my guys smack you around a bit, I don’t want to kill you.”
“Also because you hate prison,” Rake guessed.
“You got it,” Kovac replied, smiling like Rake was the prize pupil who correctly guessed the capital of Serbia.*
Delaney leaned back against the bookshelves and shook her head. “You’re not hearing me. I don’t know what she did with the flash drive. Hell, I didn’t know what she’d done with her daughter for way too long. If it hasn’t surfaced yet, you’re probably in the clear.”
“‘Probably’ isn’t gonna do it for me. ‘Probably’ means there’s still a chance I’ll get pinched again. And at my age, I’ve got no interest in making new friends on my knees.”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s an age thing,” Rake began.
Delaney shrugged, cutting him off. “I don’t know what to tell you, Kovac. She left me a letter. And that’s it. That was always it: two pages, single-spaced.”
“A letter.”
“Yep.”
“In code?”
“No, in English. But it’s not the smoking gun, Kovac. And if it was—well. Like I said. You wouldn’t have had to spend the last week having your people skulk around. The cops would have knocked on your door, or I would have. Oh—and what happened to the A and B teams?” she added, jerking her thumb toward Tall and Small. “Why are you using subs?”
“I like how you’re asking me that, as if you don’t know the answer. They were on your boy toy until Lake Como.”
“Hey! I’m a man toy.”
“Then somebody kicked the shit out of them, and they lost him.”
“Aw.”
“The B team picked him up again outside the hotel that first morning, and then someone stole their wallets, led ’em on a merry chase, and called the cops and reported a pickpocket. Who brings their righteous ID along when they know they’re gonna be up to some shady shit?” Kovac lamented.
“Right?” Delaney said. “Amateur hour. What I’ve been saying.”
“And whoever this was also planted a dozen other wallets on them. Dumbasses are still in jail. I’m sure as shit not bailing them out.”
Yes, loading the bad guys with stolen property was slick. Teresa’s latest stray, the nimble-fingered teen Lillith and Rake would have recognized as the Roma Gypsy who lent them his phone that first day, was quite the talent. And when the cops get a call from one of the more affluent areas in the tourist quarter, they show up in a hurry. The whole thing had taken less than twenty minutes.
“Wait, that’s why you ducked out on Lillith and me? You spotted a tail?” Rake was, to her surprise, getting into fret mode. “Jeez, Delaney, I wish you’d said something.”
She spread her hands. “Where would I have even begun?”
“You could’ve been hurt.”
“Oh, please.”
“Hello? My meeting, remember? So then I remembered this isn’t a goddamned spy-caper movie, so I put guys here at San Basso—I figured you’d have your eye on the place. In a way, the story started here. And on a practical note, your hotel’s a quick walk from here.” He shrugged. “So.”
“So you spotted us again.”
“Yeah.”
“Which is when you got a little desperate. And a lot stupid.”
“Whoa.” Kovac put his hands up as if (false hope) he was being arrested. “My guy was just supposed to ask the little girl about the flash drive.”
“You were gonna take my kid?” Rake demanded. He’d gone from listening to the exchange with a slightly disbelieving look on his face to taking two steps,