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The desk clerk was on the phone, but she hung up as soon as Be
“I’m sorry,” the desk clerk said. “Our guests are confidential.”
“But I have some medicine she needs to take tonight.”
“I see.” The desk clerk bit her lip. “We’re full, with three conventions and the Anders wedding. Is she with any of them?”
“No.”
“Then she’s not here.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep looking.” Be
She took a left toward a stucco building that read BRITISH BANKING CENTRE, passed a Scotiabank, then followed Bay Street. It ran parallel to the water, guessing from the fishy odor. The night was black, the humidity oppressive, and sweat beaded on her forehead. The streetlights were few and far between, making haloed orbs, and many of the shops were covered by corrugated security gates.
She walked alone on a dark, gum-spattered pavement that ran under an overhang, past touristy T-shirt and pastel-colored gift shops, then a block of perfume shops and fancy stores like David Yurman, Fendi, and Gucci, all closed. Near the end of the block, sandwiched between a duty-free liquor store and discount jewelry store, she could see the brass letters of the BSB bank sign, the Greek columns on its façade out of place in the tropical vibe.
She walked to the bank, which had its fluorescent lights on, inside. A security guard strolled among the tellers’ windows, which were festooned with turquoise-and-black crepe paper. Alice was nowhere in sight, but it made sense that she’d stay in a hotel close to the bank.
Be
“Which one?” Be
“The Wayfarer.” The desk clerk pulled out a street map, placed it on the wooden counter, and turned it around so that it was properly oriented, then drew a jagged pencil line to an X about eight blocks away.
“Do I take a cab?”
“No, you can walk it in fifteen minutes. It’s off the beaten path, and many tourists favor it. The sign is small and painted pink. Just follow Charlotte, then take a right, and stay with the pencil line.”
“Thanks.” Be
She turned the corner, where it got darker, but there was no pink Wayfarer sign. She heard footsteps and turned, but it was a ski
She picked up her pace. The big man kept coming, then seemed to block her path. “Excuse me,” she said, going around him, but he stepped in front of her.
“Hi, Alice,” he said gruffly. The brim of his cap shadowed his face. “I’m a friend of Q’s.”
“Who?” Q? Be
“You thought you could hide from him, by comin’ down here? He’s got friends everywhere, including the cops.” Suddenly the man grabbed her by the shoulder, whipped out a hunter’s knife, and pointed it at her chest.
Be
“Q wants you to know you’re getting what you deserve.”
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-two
Alice followed the navigation system and steered onto West Bay Street toward Nassau. It was a winding road that ran along the beach, and the moon hung low in a black sky, making a shiny white stripe on the water. They had dumped Knox’s body near a deserted construction site, and Julie had calmed down, sitting upright in back, her tears dried and her head to the window.
“Julie, we’re in this together,” Alice said, over her shoulder. “Cooperate and you get rid of me sooner, right?”
“Right.”
“We’re almost at the bank, right?”
“Right.”
“Where do I park when we get there?” Alice accelerated when she saw the lights of Nassau straight ahead.
“There’s a small lot around the back. I’ll show you.”
“Is it where the employees park?”
“No, we park on Shirley Street, remotely. But there’s a small lot for deliveries, out back.”
“Good girl. Don’t try anything fu
“Right.”
“Any guards on duty, and where?”
“One, patrolling inside. It’s either Jonah or Floyd. I forget who’s on tonight.”
“Does he have a gun?”
“Yes.”
“Will he walk us to your office?”
“No, he’ll let me go myself.”
“I’ll go with you, too. By the way, no metal detectors, right?”
“None. I’ve been there so long they don’t make me show ID anymore, and I’ll sign you in under a made-up name as my guest. My office is on the third floor, above the bank.”
Alice stopped at a red light, then cruised ahead, passing the Sheraton, then the Hilton. Traffic was light, and there wasn’t a cop anywhere. The streets were deserted except for a few couples, their arms around each other. She steered left and right onto Bay Street. There were T-shirt shops, jewelry stores, perfume shops, and a few banks. Alice asked, “Which bank is BSB?”
“The one next to that jewelry store, on the left.”
Alice caught sight of a shiny BSB sign, above weird columns. The lights were on inside, showing crepe paper and balloons, like somebody was throwing a money party.
She took a left turn, into the lot.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-three
Be
She kicked him in the crotch. His eyes flared in pain. His hand fell off her mouth. The knife plunged down, cutting her shoulder.
Be
“You’re dead, bitch!” the man said.
Be
Crak! The gun went off. The purse exploded like a bomb. Pain shot through Be
The man grabbed his thigh, which spurted an arc of fresh blood. He dropped the knife.
“Help!” someone shouted, from behind her. “Help, somebody! That guy’s attacking that girl!”
Be
“Miss, stop!” the man shouted. “Stop!”
Be
HONK! went the horn, but she kept going, back on Bay Street.
The BSB bank was straight ahead.
Be