Austin Camacho - Damaged goods

“Before I say anything else, I want to thank you, Ben, for being one of those rare clients who pays promptly. And also for the very nice bonus I drove up in.” He paused a moment for Blair to nod but, he noticed, not blush. “I hope you don’t regret it when I give you the rather disappointing news.”

Blair didn’t react at all, his poker face probably honed from years of business dealings. It was Anita who gasped, “I don’t understand. Didn’t you get it?”

Hannibal moved closer to her and looked into her brown eyes. He dropped his report quickly, wording it with great care, working to remain truthful, if incomplete.

“I’m afraid the formula is lost to you, Anita.”

“Lost?” Blair asked. “Didn’t this Rod Mantooth have it?”

“Yes he did,” Hannibal said. “When I arrived he was about to sell it to a Colombian drug cartel. But there was a conflict, as you might imagine. That led to a gunfight. When it all ended, the Colombians were all dead, and so was Rod. Neither had the formula on them. It wasn’t on Mantooth’s computer either. Frankly, I can’t say that it even exists anymore and I don’t think it will ever surface.”

Of that much Hannibal could be sure, since he erased, degaussed and reformatted the disc himself in Huge’s studio. Someday, some kid would be listening to music on that once-valuable CD.

“So, you failed to return Ms. Cooper’s legacy,” Blair said in a cold voice. Everyone else was silent for a beat.

“But the monster who hurt Anita is gone,” Henry said. There was no confusing his priorities.

“Yes, he is,” Hannibal said. “Rod Mantooth died an ugly death. And, while Anita doesn’t have the formula, she will still profit from it.” Hannibal pushed the case toward Anita. “This is in fact the cash value of your father’s formula, Anita. This case contains the money the cartel was prepared to pay Rod for the information he stole from you. I couldn’t resist counting it. It’s eight hundred thousand dollars in used, unmarked bills. And I can say with confidence that no one will ever come looking for this money. So, in my mind, this makes you whole. Along with finding Rod Mantooth and making sure he won’t bother you or any other women again, I think this fulfills my contract.”

While Hannibal spoke, Anita pulled the case onto her lap and opened it. Her mouth worked for a moment without letting out a sound, and she began to softly cry.

“I think she is satisfied,” Henry said. Then to Anita, “Whatever will you do with all that money, my dear?”

“I’ll need some help with that,” Anita said. “Can you?”

“I’m prepared to offer whatever assistance you may require, Anita,” Henry said, kneeling beside the chair, “for the rest of your life if I may.”

“That sounded suspiciously like a proposal,” Sarge said from across the room.

“Well if it was,” Anita said, “It is certainly welcome.” Henry’s face reflected surprise as well as joy, and then their smiles merged into one. Blair stood up, his own smile beaming as well.

“It sounds to me as if we have a big and beautiful ceremony to plan.”

Cindy and Marquita rushed across the floor to congratulate Anita, with Sarge bringing up the rear, shaking Henry’s hand and slapping him on the back. Hannibal moved around the circle, waiting his turn. As he edged closer, Blair playfully slapped his arm to get his attention. When Hannibal looked up, Blair snapped his head to motion toward the kitchen. While the others celebrated, the two men slipped into the next room. Blair walked to the far end of the kitchen. Hannibal followed. When Blair opened his mouth with a question, Hannibal raised a hand to stop him.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” he said. “You wanted the formula for your own pharmaceutical concern.”

“We could do a lot of good,” Blair said.

“And make a lot of money, but the decision was taken out of your hands,” Hannibal said in a cold voice. “You don’t get it. No one does. It could mean Anita’s life.”

Blair nodded, maintaining his easy smile. “I trust you to have done the right thing. But at some point, do I get the whole story?”

Hannibal nodded. With all his other traits, he should have known Blair would be a graceful loser. “Not today but, yes, I owe you that. Leave it alone for now, and tomorrow in your office I’ll give you chapter and verse.” Hannibal offered a hand, and Blair took it in a firm handshake.

“Thank you. It isn’t the outcome I hoped for, but my receiving the formula was never a condition of the case. You may not have returned Anita’s property, but you saved her. I’ve never seen her looking so free.”

“A few hundred thou will do that for some people,” Hannibal said.

“No, knowing that her personal demon has been slain has done that for her,” Blair said. “Getting the riches she could have expected for the mystery formula, well, that’s a bonus.”

“You really do care about her.” At Hannibal’s statement Blair shrugged and for the first time a little embarrassment showed on his boyish face.

When Hannibal left the kitchen he found Sarge and Marquita in the foyer locked in an embrace. After one false start he decided to just head for the door. Sarge broke from the kiss just as Hannibal was about to pass them.

“Hey buddy, I got to thank you for introducing me to this fine lady,”

“Well, you’re welcome,” Hannibal said, reaching for the doorknob.

“Anita’s good fortune gave us a great idea,” Marquita said. “But I think that Archie said we could never have a ceremony unless you agreed to be the best man.”

Hannibal’s jaw dropped. It was an epidemic. “Well, of course I’d be honored.” Sarge grabbed his hand and almost crushed it in a powerful shake, then returned to Marquita for yet another kiss. Hannibal looked around, feeling a bit awkward.

“Cindy?”

“Outside,” Sarge said.

Hannibal turned back to the door and pulled it open. As he stepped out he heard Sarge behind him say, “Only one shoe left to drop.”

Cindy stood at the bottom of the steps, staring at his new car. Her hair was shaped that day so that it curled down to her shoulders like ram’s horns. The skirt of her fawn suit almost reached her knees, and her matching pumps were just high enough to accent her shapely legs. He felt the hollow of his stomach begin to cave in. He reached into his pocket and gripped the ring for strength.

“Alone at last,” he said, reaching her side. Cindy smiled at him, and then turned back to the Volvo. To his surprise he saw a look of confusion and maybe disappointment on Cindy’s face.

“What?”

“Nothing, lover.”

“No,” he said, still smiling. “It’s something. What?”

“The car,” Cindy said. “We talked about you getting something different. I thought maybe you were ready for a change. You could have gotten anything, but here you are in another four door Volvo. Same same same.”

Startled, Hannibal pointed to the car with both hands, as if trying to get her to see what was so obvious to him. “Cindy. It’s BLACK.”

“Whatever,” she replied. Then her smile returned full force. God, he loved her when she smiled like that. He tried to dive into the empty moment, but they both spoke at once.

“I’ve got something I’ve got to…” It was a romantic comedy moment they both recognized, and they collapsed into laughter.

“What?” Cindy asked, gasping for breath.

“No no, you first.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Hannibal said.

Cindy balled her hands into fists and she suddenly seemed to be vibrating in anticipation. It all spilled out at once, in a voice of pure joy.

“Oh, God Hannibal, I didn’t want to steal your thunder in there, but I have had the most amazing forty-eight hours. The IPO offering has gone through the roof! So much better than anyone could have ever expected! We actually exceeded the twenty-five million we needed to raise by a solid margin. I am now the star of the firm.”