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Chapter Ninety-five
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“Ms. Rosato?”
“Yes?” Be
“Did you?” Mary repeated, clustering with Grady and her parents.
“No, but we have a lead,” the cop answered. “We checked the airport, and there’s a Be
“When’s the flight?” Be
“In half an hour.”
“The airport’s twenty minutes away. We have to go now.”
“Hold on, it’s taken care of.” The cop held up a warning hand. “My captain is coordinating with the TSA and the FBI. We’re holding the plane, claiming weather delays, and we’re already setting up a stake-out. The minute she shows up, we’ll arrest her. The A.D.A. is meeting us there.”
“Nassau?” Be
“You’re right.” Grady’s eyes flared an alarmed blue. “I saw a DHL envelope in her office, going to BSB. She told me she had a new banking client.”
“That’s it then.” Be
“It’s after hours.”
“I’ll want more than a teller. I met the president of the bank once. Ron Engel. He lives in Society Hill.” Be
“No, it got wet.”
“Here.” A cop handed her a phone, and Be
“I’m sorry,” the operator said. “That number is unlisted.”
“This is a police emergency.” Be
“Hello?” the cop said, putting the phone to his ear on the fly.
Be
Chapter Ninety-six
Alice kept swimming, getting her second wind. Her legs went rubbery but they were still churning. Her arms wind-milled. She was only fifty feet from Jersey. She swam ugly but she was getting there, stroke by stroke.
The fifty feet became forty, then thirty, and she looked up, wondering how to get up onto shore. There were dark industrial buildings ahead, with a crumbling stone wall lining the riverbank. She couldn’t see more through the rain. She swam like a demon, ignoring the downpour. She closed in on the stone wall, ten feet, then finally five.
She treaded water for a minute, her chest heaving. The wall crumbled in parts, and she finally reached it, grappling the edge with her fingertips. It felt slick and cold, and she groped for a ledge between the stones. She found one and tried to hoist herself up. The messenger bag was a dead weight but she couldn’t let it go. She slipped back down, splashing into the water.
She tried again. Her fingertips raked the stone. She found a grip and pulled herself up with all of her might. She started climbing, wedging her hands and toes into the cracks. She clawed her way to the top and flopped exhausted on top of the wall, then rolled over it into the mud and scrambled to her feet.
She hurried out of the shadows and ran across a parking lot. It was a deserted industrial stretch, and she hurried past abandoned cars rusting in place. She ran along the street, and ahead shone the lights and attractions of the Camden waterfront. Rain ricocheted off the asphalt. Stones dug into her soles but she kept ru
A sign read WIGGINS PARK AHEAD, but it looked too far away. She didn’t have time to waste. She had to get to the airport. She couldn’t keep up this pace much longer.
A cab turned the corner, slowing at a stop sign, and she bolted for it, tore open its back door, and shouted at the woman passenger, “Get out!”
“Hey! What?” The young girl edged backwards in fear, her short dress riding up. “Help!”
The cab driver twisted around, startled. “Lady, what’re you doin’? This is my cab!”
Alice yanked the girl out by her elbow, then slammed the door closed. “Drive! There’s five hundred bucks in it for you!”
“Bull!”
“Drive, I said!” Alice stuck a hand into her soggy messenger bag, where the bundles of money sat in a pool of water. She grabbed one and waved it at the cabbie, spraying him. “It’s wet but it’s green.”
“Whoa!” The cabbie hit the gas. “Where we goin’?”
“To the airport, and hurry.”
Chapter Ninety-seven
Mary stood at Judy’s bedside while she rested, a greenish oxygen tube snaking her friend’s nose, an IV ru
“Ma.” She placed a hand on her mother’s soft back. “If you keep this up, she’ll need more oxygen.”
“Jud’, Jud’, ti amo.” Her mother smoothed Judy’s bright red bangs from her forehead. “Ti amo.”
“Thanks.” Judy smiled and her weary gaze shifted to Mary’s father, who was attached to her hand more securely than the IV. “I love you guys.”
“WE LOVE YOU, TOO, KIDDO.” Her father patted her hand, and Mary smiled.
“Jude, your parents are on the way, and we told them you were okay. We caught them right before their plane took off.”
“Good. Thanks.” Judy sighed, and her eyes fell on Mary, at the foot of the bed. For a minute neither of them said anything.
“I’m so sorry,” Mary said, softly.
“What for?”
“For not believing you. For giving you such a hard time. For being such a bad friend. For almost getting you killed.”
“Guilt city.” Judy reached for her hand. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”
“Yes I do.”
“No, you don’t. It’s okay. Friends fight.”
“Not us.”
“Once every ten years, even us. That’s how we know we care. Agree with me, would you? I’m perforated, for God’s sake.”
“Okay. I agree.” Mary nodded.
“Where’s Be
“Off, after Alice.”
“Good.” Judy’s gaze shifted toward the door, which was opening.
They all turned to see who was coming in, including Mary.
Standing in the threshold was Anthony.