Tod Goldberg - The End Game

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“Oh, let me get that for you,” Sam said and dropped Glynn-not so casually-onto the deck, too.

On the screen of the BlackBerry was a series of texts, the last of which said, I THNK HIS NAME IS VJIVL FIMNLERY. No one said it was easy to text one-handed while on a racing yacht, but Sam gave the guy credit for being close with the last name, anyway. And it wouldn’t take a CIA linguist to figure out Glynn’s finger was just placed one key to the side of his intended spot on the first name, at least. Sam couldn’t tell from the other name on the screen who Glynn was texting-it said TNT911, which was about as covert as calling yourself Saddam-but had a feeling it was probably someone working with Christopher Bonaventura. If he’d been fixing things, it reasoned he’d keep someone on the boat’s payroll just to make sure things went well.

It was enough evidence for Sam, but if it hadn’t been, Glynn’s sudden lunge toward him would have sealed the deal. Sam met Glynn with an accidental head butt to the bridge of Glynn’s nose, which caused the man to slam his head down rather brutally and to bite down hard on his tongue, severing the tip of it.

Sam actually saw it cleave right off and land on Glynn’s shirt. Glynn saw it, too, which caused him to pass out. He fell backwards and Sam could hear the audible snap of Glynn’s arm. It wasn’t a compound fracture, Sam could tell that much, but by the awkward angle it was clear he wouldn’t be playing the violin any time soon.

“Hey, Gene?” Sam said, once it was clear Glynn Wilson wouldn’t be getting up on his own accord, and once it was clear the rest of the team was rather perplexed by the bloody mess on the ground in front of them. “Looks like Glynn here had an accident.”

Gennaro came over and regarded his teammate. “What happened?”

Sam didn’t want to explain the intricacies of their issue in front of everyone, so he said the first thing that came to mind. “He fell,” Sam said. He tried to indicate with his eyes just what that meant. When that didn’t elicit any kind of response, he added, “while texting Christopher Bonaventura.”

That did the trick.

Late that night, Sam told all of us the gory details-the tongue issue was enough to get even Fiona slightly more agitated than a good fight story normally does-as we sat inside my loft. Down the block, the police were still investigating the untimely demise of Rob Roberge, so the street was lit up with halogens, which made the club goers waiting in line outside my window look surprised and bewildered. I wondered if any of them ever saw the sun.

“Where is Glynn now?” I asked.

“We took him to the hospital,” Sam said, “but ten minutes later, he was hailing a cab out front. I followed it to the airport. My guess is he’s on his way to Belfast.”

“Lovely place this time of year,” Fi said. “I’d be happy to go and bring back pieces of him for you, Michael.”

“I’ll pass this time,” I said. “What time do you need to be on the yacht tomorrow, Sam?”

“We push off at noon,” he said, “but I’ve gotta be in the marina at nine. You know what Gennaro said? We win this race, everything works out, he’ll cut me a share of the purse.”

“That’s not going to happen,” I said.

“It’s not going to work out?”

“No,” I said, “you’re not sharing the purse. This whole thing is dirty, Sam. Once this race is finished, I have a feeling no one is going to be untouched. Not even Gennaro.”

It was the sad truth of it all-if everything I thought we could set in motion actually worked, it would only take one person to roll to implicate Gennaro.

The lucky thing was that one person was Christopher Bonaventura. And he wasn’t going to have room to roll. He might try, but it wouldn’t do him any good.

“Your friend in the FBI might be interested in requisitioning a boat for herself,” I said. “Because I think she’s going to have a chance to bring down Christopher Bonaventura in a rather large kidnapping for hire scheme involving the Ottone family.”

Our plan was going to be deceptively simple: Make Christopher Bonaventura’s men board the Ottone yacht forcefully. They’d be doing it for the right reasons-to save Maria and Liz-but for the wrong motivation, namely to keep Bonaventura from a murder rap. I had a feeling that Maria and Liz probably weren’t actually being held captive. It was Dinino’s ploy to convince Gennaro, but it seemed like an unlikely truth at the moment. Dinino wasn’t a crook. He was a businessman. A smart businessman. And a smart businessman doesn’t have a boat full of killers at his disposal. He might have cameras. He might have a tech guy. But if he wanted to pull off this ruse to get out of his girl problems, like anyone else, he would limit the number of people on his team.

If Maria and Liz had to die, he’d figure out a way to do it himself. Which meant poison, or drowning or something far less personal-or trackable-than a gunshot.

“Darleen will appreciate that,” Sam said, which I took to mean Sam would appreciate the contact again. I guess he still wanted to clear some possible misconceptions up. “And those pictures you have of Dinino and the girl? Make a thousand photocopies?”

“No,” I said. “I think we should time an e-mail to go out at about noon tomorrow. All the papers in Italy should do the trick, right?”

“Just send it to one of those gossip blogs,” Fiona said. “It will be around the world in twenty seconds.”

She was right. It would only take moments for Dinino to be cut out of his own family. The speed of the Internet would convict him long before a court. And the men he was dealing with would have their own justice, too.

“What about the girl?” I said.

“It would be the best thing for her,” Fiona said. “If she’s been used, the authorities will be able to keep her safe.”

Maybe. For good measure, we’d send her photo to the FBI, too.

“See,” Sam said, “you’re a friendly guy. Helping out someone you don’t even know and will never meet. It’s a nice way of building relationships, Mikey. I bet in no time you’ll be just like me. Friends in every corner of the universe. Help your reputation in international circles. Maybe prevent a couple attempts on your life.”

“I don’t see that happening.”

“Just saying,” Sam said.

“Were you able to get me a boat for tomorrow from Virgil?” I said, speaking of friends I didn’t want.

“Yeah. About that. Virgil said he got a good deal on a classic. Said it isn’t sleek, but it’s fast.”

“Sam,” I said.

“It’ll be fine,” he said. “You can depend on Virgil.”

It was true. I just didn’t want to have to.

“We just need something that can close a gap if a problem goes down,” I said. “Fi, you comfortable with this?”

“I’m comfortable knowing that tomorrow at this time I may have shot at something,” she said.

“Well, anyway, Virgil’s happy to help,” Sam said.

“He’s not coming, is he?”

“Well, that was part of the deal,” Sam said. “I told him it was an important mission. He’s good in a fight, Mikey.”

True enough. But Virgil was also one of the people who attracted problems. And my mom.

“I’d like to avoid feeling… uncomfortable,” I said.

“I hear you,” Sam said.

I didn’t think he actually did, but it was a moot point now. Virgil was coming.

“When did Gennaro last talk to his wife?”

“This evening. She still thinks everything is fine.”

“Good,” I said. “If she never knows, even better.”

“Mikey,” he said, “listen. You get into international waters tomorrow, and Alex Kyle will take his shot.”

“I know that,” I said.

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