Russell Andrews - Aphrodite

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"Whatever you want," Marion said, staring at the gun in Justin's hand, "it's yours. I don't have a lot of cash but just take it. I have credit cards, a bank card, this watch is worth a few hundred dollars. Here, take the watch."

"I'm not here to rob you, Ed."

Marion studied him now, his eyes taking in Justin's posture, his clothes, the serious expression on his face. "Oh my God," Marion said, "you're going to kill me."

Justin decided to play things as they unfolded. This guy was clearly afraid. The question was, of what? Right now he was afraid of Justin. Might as well take advantage of that, give him some room and hope he'd lead the conversation somewhere worthwhile.

"I have some questions," Justin said. "Why don't you give me some answers and we'll see how things go."

"I don't know anything about the break-in, I swear. I didn't do anything to cause it."

"No? How about the fuckup with the girl?"

"What girl?"

"The one you spoke to about Bill Miller."

Marion looked genuinely confused. "I did what I was supposed to, didn't I? I called Newberg, he called… whoever he calls. Maybe he called you. Then he told me to call the girl back, keep her calm, he was taking care of it."

"By having her killed?"

"Look, I don't ask about things like that. It's not my business."

"It is now. Somebody screwed up. There was a witness."

"I know. I saw it on the news. But that's not my fault." Marion was sweating profusely now. "Look, I took care of my end. I was told to call her. They told me to give out the number. What happened there, it's just not my fault. I never said a word. I mean, I'm not even supposed to be on this side of things. They said this kind of stuff would never happen. Let me just talk to Newberg. Let me talk to Kransten. I've done everything they want and I haven't said a word to anybody. I swear to God, even the people I work with don't know anything about Aphrodite. My wife doesn't know!"

Amfer. Or Afro. That's what Deena thought she'd heard Susanna's killer ask about. Afro. Aphrodite? It made as much sense as anything else.

Justin wasn't sure where to head next. He didn't know any of the names Marion had just tossed out. And clearly he was supposed to. He wasn't confident of his ability to draw out information. He needed the basics-who and why and where-but he didn't have enough info to go the subtle route. And he didn't know how much longer he could keep Marion on the hook. So he took the plunge and went direct. "Tell me about Lewis Granger," he said.

"What?"

"What's the connection between Granger and Bill Miller?"

"What? What do you mean?" Marion's eyes narrowed.

"Do you know how old Miller was?"

"Who are you?" Marion asked. "How old is Lewis Granger?"

"Jesus Christ," Marion moaned. "I know who you are. You're the cop on the news."

So much for direct. "I may not be who you thought I was," Justin said, tapping his gun on his thigh, "but I can still pull the trigger. So answer the questions, Ed."

"You don't know what the hell you're doing."

"You work for the Ellis Institute. What do they research?"

"You're the one who broke into the office. Oh my God, you don't know what you've done."

"What's Aphrodite? Why do you think Susanna Morgan knew anything about it?"

The guy had his head in his hands now. Justin thought he might begin to rip his own hair out. "They'll know you found me. Jesus Christ, they're going to kill me now."

"Who?"

"You're gonna lead them right here. You're definitely dead and so am I." Marion glanced back at the Buick. "And so's whoever you're with. Everybody's dead."

"I can get you help," Justin said.

"It's too late now."

"No it isn't. But you have to talk to me."

"I can't," Marion said. His words were barely audible now. They were coming out as half-gasps, half-sobs. "I can't talk to you. They'll know you got to me. You're killing me."

"Who?" Justin asked. "Who'll know? Newberg? Kransten?" Marion just shook his head. His hands were shaking now. And he was biting his lower lip so hard that a thin trickle of blood was forming on his chin.

"What about the FBI?" Justin said suddenly. "Will you trust them?"

Marion stopped his moaning and keening just long enough to look up questioningly. Justin continued. "They can protect you, can't they?"

Marion seemed to regain some color. "The FBI?"

"I can get somebody here pretty quickly."

"They can help me?"

"Yes," Justin said. "But you have to tell me everything that's going on."

"Not you. I'll tell them. I'll talk to the FBI."

Justin raised his gun an inch but he knew it was an empty threat. So did Marion.

"Go ahead and shoot me," Marion said. "If I don't get to the FBI, I'm as good as dead anyway."

Justin hesitated, then reached for his cell phone. He dialed, heard Gary answer at the East End station, didn't even bother with a hello, just said, "Get Rollins."

Thirty seconds later, the assistant director was on the line. "Where the hell are you?" was his opening line.

"You know, you've got to learn to vary your questions. I'm doing you a favor, Rollins. So try not to step on your own dick for a couple of minutes while I tell you something."

"What kind of favor?" Rollins said.

"I'm with someone who can lead us to the guy who killed Susanna Morgan. And Brian Meves."

"Who is it?"

"Slow down a second. The guy's terrified. And for good reason. He thinks that whoever killed those two is also going to come after him. I said I could get FBI protection."

"You've got balls, you know that, Westwood? You've got some real balls."

"Rollins, there is some very weird shit going on which I will be happy to tell you about at some point. But in the meantime, my contact needs protection. In exchange for which he will answer any and all questions. Those answers should lead to the capture of a man who murdered a police officer. A police officer working on your investigation."

Rollins sighed and said, "Where do we go?"

Justin turned to Ed Marion. "I need to tell him where to come. I have a motel room I can stash you in. Can I give him your name and that address?"

Marion thought for a moment, then nodded.

"His name's Edward Marion. I'm going to put him in a room in a motel in Weston, Connecticut." Justin gave Rollins the address of the motel near the mall. "You sending someone from there?"

"No," Rollins said. "I'll see if I can get somebody who's closer. It'll be quicker."

"Have your guy follow up on Susanna and Brian. My guy'll talk. Make sure he's asked about two people named Newberg and Kransten."

"Who?"

"I don't know who they are but they're involved. Also make sure you get details about Bill Miller and Lewis Granger. And a company in New York called the Ellis Institute and one in Boston called the Aker Institute."

"Is that it?"

"No. He's got a partner whose name is Helen Roag. She lives outside of Boston, in Marblehead."

"Got it."

"When Susanna Morgan was killed, the killer wanted information. Our witness heard something like Afro or Amfer. According to Marion, it's Aphrodite. Check that out, too."

There was a silence from Rollins's end.

"You want me to spell it for you?" Justin asked. "I know that whole 'ph' for 'f' thing gets kind of tricky."

"Where are you are now, Westwood? Are you at the motel?"

"I'm hanging up now, Rollins. It's always a pleasure talking to you."

"Are you in Connecticut, for chrissake? Just tell me that."

"I'll call you tomorrow to see what you found out."

"Westwood-"

"Good-bye, Agent Rollins."

Justin ended the call. Turned to Ed Marion, told him the gist of the conversation. Then he said, "Head toward the mall. I'll put you in a room and once you're inside lock every door and window. Don't let anybody in until you can see some FBI identification. You got it? I want you to see it, don't just trust voices. The guy I spoke to is named Rollins. He probably won't come himself but make sure whoever shows up knows that name."

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