Big Jack

“When you put it that way… One week, Trev, and we’re going to write this up. Business is business, especially when it’s between friends.”

“No problem. Finish your drink and we’ll go get it now.”

Dix checked his wrist unit. “I’m really late getting back to the office.”

“So you’ll be later and a thousand richer.”

Dix lifted his glass in a toast. “Good point.”

Eve’s communicator signaled as she hunted for a parking spot on Thirty-third. “Dallas.”

“Baxter. We got a hitch here.”

“Doesn’t anybody use public transportation or just stay the hell home!” A

“Just got a call from the care facility where Whittier’s mother’s living. She fell or passed out. Took a header into a flower bed.”

“She bad?” Eve asked as she climbed over to get out curbside rather than risk life and limb getting out the driver’s-side door.

“Banged up her head, from what I’m getting, maybe fractured her elbow. They got her stabilized and sedated, but Whittier and his wife both want to go see for themselves.”

“Let them go, have a couple of uniforms you pick take them and stick with them.”

“There’s more. Here’s the kicker. She wasn’t outside strolling down the garden path alone. Her grandson paid her a visit.”

“Son of a bitch. Is he with her now?”

“Bastard walked off, left her lying there. Didn’t tell anybody. He signed in, Dallas. Signed in, brought her flowers, talked to a couple of the attendants. He knew there was a record of him being there, but he took off. The uniforms you sent out missed him by a good half hour.”

“I want the place locked down, searched.”

“Already in progress.”

“Left himself open.” She swung into the restaurant. “He knows what he’s looking for now and where to find it. He doesn’t care about leaving tracks. You’ll need to take the Whittiers, handle the scene there. I’ve got a line on something here. I’ll get back to you.”

“He left her lying there,” Peabody repeated.

“She’s lucky he didn’t take the time or trouble to finish her. He’s got the prize in his sights. He’ll move fast now. Chad Dix,” she said to the restaurant hostess. “Where’s his table?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t bother, I’m in a hurry.” Eve slapped her badge on the podium. “Chad Dix.”

“Could you be any more indiscreet?” the hostess demanded, and pushed the badge back at Eve.

“Oh yeah. Want to see?”

The hostess touched a section on her reservation screen. “He was at table fourteen. It’s been turned over.”

“Get me his server. Damn it.” Stepping to the side, Eve yanked out her ’link and called Dix’s office. “Did he come back?”

“No, Lieutenant, he’s ru

“When and if, I want to hear immediately.” Eve broke the co

“Table for three, two of them left together about a half hour ago. One guy-guy who paid-took a call right as the meal was winding up. Excused himself. He walked over toward the restrooms. I heard him say he’d meet somebody in the bar in ten. Sounded happy about it.”

“This bar?”

“Yeah. I saw him go over, get a table.”

“Thanks.”

Eve worked her way through the tables into the bar section, sca

“Sure. Gin martini, extra dry, three olives. You just missed him.”

“Was he with anyone?”

“Long, lean dream machine. Dark blond hair, great suit. Nursed half a martini to the other guy’s two. Left together maybe five, ten minutes ago.”

Eve turned on her heel and charged for the door. “Get Dix’s home address.”

“Already on it,” Peabody told her. “Do you want to pull Baxter and Trueheart back?”

“No, take too long to get them back, dump the Whittiers.” Eve dove into the car, swung her long legs over. “This could turn into a hostage situation in a finger snap.”

“We can’t be sure they’re heading for Dix’s home address.”

“It’s best guess. Tag Feeney and McNab. We’ll call for more backup if it turns ugly.” Since she was hemmed in by traffic, she jammed the vehicle into a straight vertical, smacked sirens and peeled out into a one-eighty six feet off the ground. “Upper East, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I got it here. Goddamn sucky navi system.” Peabody cursed, rapped her fist on the dash and had the map shuddering into place across the windshield.

“You’re making progress, Detective.”

“Learned from the best. Sixth is your best bet. Jeez, watch the glide cart.”

She missed it by a good two inches, and used the in-dash ’link to contact Roarke. “Suspect is believed to be heading to Chad Dix’s residence, with Dix,” she began without preamble. “We believe he’s learned the location of the diamonds. Baxter and Trueheart are halfway to Long Island with the Whittiers. Feeney and McNab are being tagged. Depending on how this shakes, I might be able to use a security expert, even a civilian. You’re closer than Feeney.”

“What’s the address?”

Peabody called it out and grabbed onto the chicken stick on her door. “ETA’s five minutes, unless we end up a smear on the pavement prior to that.”

“I’ll be there.”

Eve punched it up Sixth, weaving around vehicles with drivers too stubborn or too stupid to make way for the sirens. She was forced to slam the brakes to avoid mowing down a mob of pedestrians who surged into an intersection at the WALK sign.

They streamed by, ignoring the scream of sirens and the vicious blast of cursing she poured out her open window. Except for one grizzled old man who took the time to give her the finger.

“God love New Yorkers,” Peabody commented when her heart kicked back to beating again. “They just don’t give a shit.”

“If I had time, I’d get Traffic to haul in every last one of those jerks. Goddamn it!” She rammed for vertical again, but this time the car only shuddered, shook an inch off the ground and dropped again with a thump.

“We’ll be clear in a minute.”

“He’s going to get him inside. He’s going to get him inside the apartment. Once he does… ”

Uptown, Trevor paid off the cab in cash. It occurred to him on the way up with Dix babbling a bit drunkenly beside him that he might not be able to get out of the city, out of the country immediately and he’d already left too much of a trail.

The cops had already interviewed and dismissed good old Chad, so they were unlikely to bother with him again anytime soon. But there wasn’t any point in leaving a credit trail in a cab to Dix’s front door.

This was smarter. Fifteen minutes, twenty, he’d walk out with millions. He’d stroll right by the doorman and down the block, catch a cab and pick up his car from the lot on Thirty-fifth.

He needed time to get back to his own place, pick up his passport and a few essentials. And he wanted a few minutes, at least a few, to admire the diamonds in the privacy of his own home. After that, he’d vanish. Simple enough.

He’d pla

A private shuttle to Europe, where he’d rent a car with a forged ID in Paris and drive himself to Belgium and a gem dealer he’d found through the underground. He had more than enough money for that leg of the trip, and once he’d sold some of the diamonds, he’d have plenty more for the rest.

Another transaction in Amsterdam, a trip to Moscow for a third.

Crisscrossing his way from point to point, using various identifications, selling off the gems here and there-never too many at a time-until, in six months perhaps, they were liquified and he could live the life he’d always deserved to live.